[Verse 1]
Check this out my n***a
5... 500 for the belt my n***a
He the finesse guy, all the hoes like when he come flex hard
Got the best on, no 9 to 5, they hit licks or run it through a credit card
Gimme that, gimme that
I'm in the back like f** that punk
I go to work every day still rockin these bummy a** shoes with holes in the front
Got a n***a thinkin po trunk
Catch a little b**h while he sittin' outside smokin' on a blunt
[Hook]
I'm like f** that n***a
I'm like f** that, f** that n***a
I'm like f** that n***a
He got J's on and the Bape on, man f** that n***a
[Verse 2]
Check this out my n***a
The double G stand out my n***a
Gimme that, gotta be worth a couple thou my n***a
He wanna flex huh, bout to take his a** down my n***a
You, you know that's Chi sh**
We, we been on that Chi sh**
Don't act like a n***a ain't come from that violence
We been stainin' n***as before Ye was thinkin' about college
I hate to get violent, but you out here stylin'
Like my shoes ain't catchin' the breeze, it's hard to keep silence
We out wilin', we out wilin'
Don't make a scene because I'd hate to involve sirens
[Hook]
[Bridge]
J's on, up that sh**
True's on, up that sh**
Up that sh**, up that sh**
Up that sh**, my n***a up that sh**
J's on, up that sh**
True's on, up that sh**
b**h bad, cuff that b**h
Cuff that b**h, my n***a up that sh**