Oh this a hit n***a
With no words on it
I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi
I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy
b**h bad, and she said that I can get it boy
This a hit and I'm a make a n***a feel it boy
My flow on range, my swag's insane
And my campaign on ten, I like the b**h
She down to f**, but I'm really into her friend
House up on the hill, got it off of c**aine
Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne
b**h I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains
Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain
I'm different, I was built for this, my b**h only rock Tiffany
You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me
My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city
I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
But my flow just like an instrument
Ba**, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack
Hating is a disease, p**y where they do that?
L.A. Reid cut the check for me
King sh** and you know what it is
Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a n***a look like a hundred mill
But I drive Ferrari, f** the motherf**in dealer
Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion
I got racks all in my cargo pants
Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' b**h a**
If yo b**h bad, she get f**ed fast, ain't no romance
My diamond dancing in 3D n***a
Like a bank strip when you see me, n***a
Your money wrong and my money long
And I'm playing with it like PE n***a
Real n***a no joke, don't think there n***a no ho
I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And n***a I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the n***as off Bankhead
Shawty, they taught me everything I know
Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it
Hand it to your partner let him flood through the city
Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin'
We turnt to the max that's a motherf**ing fact
I'm a real n***a, f** these rappers
Door up, doors down
When I'm in the club, b**h it's going down
Shawty think it f**ed, hand down, hands up, pants down
Down, down, shawty f**in head down
I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down
Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town
Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down
This that dope boy academy, them three letters been after me, (Who?)
The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy
Shorty open her legs up happily
I ball hard like an athlete
Young black n***a in a big white phantom
n***a, I look like a referee n***a
They blowing the whistle they telling
I do the clam I'm chilling
This b**h turned up making rain
When I'm in the club you yellin
They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it
I'm a real n***a till the d**h of me
Never sing a song like a parakeet
50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
I be gettin money like a motherf**in Brinks trunk
Standing in the kitchen, n***a, trying to build a brick up, uh!