[Intro]
[Verse 1: Lil Kilo]
Got gold medals and trophies, my olympic b**hes love me
Never let a hoe n***a get to shovin' or leather glovin'
b**hes lovin' the kid, like they michaael jackson touchin'
Chicken heads cluckin', dick s**in', and they ain't soviet rushin'
Know ya self, know ya worth, no wealth, I know it hurts
Gucci belt to match my shirt, PJ pilot Captain Kirk
If you ain't HBE or dont f** with me dont you wear the merch
Unless you paid for it with money or a body in a hearse
n***as sellin' new york knicks, brooklyn nets worth ain't sh**
I hit the lottery, so like the Cavs gimme first pick
Quick, like D Wayde in the air waitin' for an a**ist
Could pull ya b**h with the flick of a wrist, my n***a what dont you get?
Forget. gucci, louis, fendi, versace, my belt orion
If you understand, 10-4, copy, then why tf you cryin?
Cause you been lyin', tryin', but p**y ain't dyin'
Afterwards ya b**h sighin', textin' me videos, she glidin'
They say my mixtape like freebase, no dos chainz
No china man take out, but my names out, and its LO mane
Gasoline flow, so you know that money my propane
Spit c**aine, they over dosing, and I got rabid b**hes foaming
I heard n***as stepping up, I decided to as well, f** a chill
Me and my n***as takin everything, even money outta well
Even though our pj high as f**, Ive had dreams that we fell
Spittin' hot sh** what the hell, cause you old n***as burnt out like a grill
Im on these n***as top like old man over combing
Been getting buzz before I started honey combing
Somethings got let up, like me smoking that potent
Or ya hands, when I say gimme bands, or Imma let fire open
Amateur to the game, but dont you provoke me
Flow so dope, sniff ya speakers , youll be cokin'
n***as claimin' they gettin' dough, but broke, they must be jokin'
This sh** for me ain't nothin' even though I turnt it to somethin'