[Intro]
See its brackets
Them hoes ain't bothering you cuz you ain't in
That bracket
Learn life, its levels to this young boy
Ay O you feel
Me
[Hook]
Lil s**a we don't rock the same clothes, fresh the same
Hoes
Cuz its levels to this
Lil s**a we don't drive the same whips, we
Don't fresh the same chicks
Cuz its levels to this
Lil s**a we don't get
The same paper, you a hata
Boy its levels to this
Lil s**a cuz its levels
To this
Lil s**a cuz its levels to this
Oh lord
[Verse 1]
Cuz
Its levels to this, levels to this
Can't fresh my ho cuz its levels to
This
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this
And a Birkin bag like a
Gold medal to this
And I'm heavy as it get
Shining like a bezel on my
Wrist
All my s**as mobbing so we heavy in this b**h
30 grand for the
Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine Mulsanne, young s**a blowing up -
Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the
Lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, s**as gotta nerve on 'em
Cuz I heard the
Feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em
But a s**a back home and now
s**as roll wit him
Caught a case what you think, s**a told on 'em
I
Ain't get my sh** snatched yet
You ain't get your crap back yet
One call
s**as aim that tech
Blood drawn, headshot s**a brains on step
Hot crap
If you pop
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got crap
We young
s**as, we winning I pull up, drop
Mob crap, with more keys than a
Locksmith
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Damn Tommy you ain't got no
Job
DC, we the freshin' mob
Young s**a getting straight to the
Money
In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh
I make them power
Moves with Jay and them
Them boys shooting don't play with them
Maybach
Rozay and them
Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them
Compound
s**as live now
If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now
I call
Up Odyssey tell them to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm
Flying around
And I don't act like with no s**as
If they don't act like a
Baby with my s**as
And I ain't freshing no babies
If they freshing my
n***as
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
One time for the real
Two times
For the bad b**hes
Y'all s**as be cuffing hoes
Cuz y'all s**as never
Had
I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you
Mad
That's the reason why you hating on me
I love balling, my bad
Cuz
Its levels to this
Levels to this
Can't f** my ho cuz its levels to this
b**h
Cuz its levels to this
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this
b**h
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up
[Hook]