[Intro]
Ha, yeah
I had to tell Mark to adlib it
Helluva made this beat, baby
Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
[Verse]
You worried 'bout that little sh*t, I'm thinking 'bout the bigger picture
At the lab, catch me on the nine, where it hit at [?]
I got her in my palm, finna play her like a fidget spinner
You ain't shot sh*t, at the most, you're a pistol whipper
RIP lil' Chris, three years later, still might drop a tear
Granddad was scoring in the city back with Bob Lanier
The Backwoods fu*king with my teeth, might have to cop veneers
One thing that I can put on God, it's only God I fear
Walking out Revive, yo pape little, you can't shop in here
My b*tch really litty, just spent twеnty on Gabbana gear
Hellcats, Trackhawks, nah, it is not a Honda near
How thе fu*k you struggle? You ain't even have ObamaCare
Feel like Blade back up in the day, b*tch, I'm a stack master
Take a swig up out my double cup so I might nap after
This life sh*t a book, might write one before my last chapter
You spent all yo money tryna fit in, boy, you ass backwards
Caught him in LA in a Mercedes but my Lamb' faster
Smoking cookie in the Wonderland, I feel like Mad Hatter
I ain't in the mountains or the kitchen, I'm a jack stacker
I be dolo, I can't trust a b*tch, they all be back stabbers
At the strip living life, eating lamb, throwing cash
Been grinding for three seasons so this summer, I'ma show my ass
Used to laugh, seen 'em out and asked 'em where the jokes was at
Gone but not forgotten, made a killing off of Joker's Stash
Acting bad, spent two thousand on a coat in Saks
Out the way chilling, plotting on a M, just smoking thrax
You a ball hogger, brodie open, I'ma throw the pass
If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his ass
Pretty b*tch with white acrylic nails with the toes to match
Cutting up in Bloomingdale's then fu*ked around and broke a rack
I see a M right in front of me, that's where my focus at
The way these hoes attracted to the cheese, I just know they rats
First thing she do that I don't like, I throw her in a blender
Poured a whole pint last summer, woke up in December
She used to ho me, now she in my likes, I hope the ho remember
Light skin with that water, I don't think the ocean wetter
It's 2021, it's too much money, how you still poor?
Rap star, I think it's time to go and cop a billboard
sh*t really hit me, just performing at The Fillmore
Something like that statue in New York, I got the real torch
[Outro]
At the strip living life, eating lamb, throwing cash
Been grinding for three seasons so this summer, I'ma show my ass
Used to laugh, seen 'em out and asked 'em where the jokes was at
Gone but not forgotten, made a killing off of Joker's Stash
Acting bad, spent two thousand on a coat in Saks
Out the way chilling, plotting on a M, just smoking thrax
You a ball hogger, brodie open, I'ma throw the pass
If it's smoke, like a three five, I'ma blow his ass