[Hook]
Take a look at my whip, my b**h, my chain, my ear
My click, my wrist, this game ain't fair
I just pull up on the scene, like 50 on my jeans
Sippin on ciroc, & my n***as hit that lean
But I'm posted up wit my team
We scoutin n***as to feast
Flatscreened yo a** thats why its Black as sh** on yo screen
Ayo these n***as started hatin, I pull up wit jamaicans
Damn these b**hes, Black as sh**, you woulda thought I was a racist
[Verse 1]
I'm outchea side steppin n***as, call me Walter Peyton
Its funny how she stutter when she tell me that she taken
Oh they just waitin on us to blow, I'm catchin wreck wit this flow
Cuz once ihop in the game u know I'm set to flippin my dough
Ok we runnin trains on yo main b**h, at red lobster's out wit yo side chick
Commercial a** n***as is plain but ain't flyin, ya'll n***as is playin my plane be so private
Uh, stickin these b**h n***as for all they got, who gon lie & say da song ain't hot
Microwaved on your b**h a**, thought u was bu*ter n***a tell me why u corns ain't pop
How this b**h gon question my swag though?
Yo man broke & you mad hoe
Don't no checks come wit yo flag bro
Let me guess? Now u n***as wanna rap
No n***a Ima body bag yo last hoe
Yo new b**h in my last phone
These cuban links in my Cashtro, (Cashtro)
But Ima bring it back, Go
I copped this trophy case for my team
Got new polo signs on my jeans
Copped 6 bottles all for my scene
Oh I go, all out for my dream
Oh now they side watchin my screen
Now them bloggers hopped on my D
Ain't no rappers outta my league
My whip I ridin around I'm so clean, clean, Its