[Intro]
Yeah
DY Krazy
1-0-1-7
[Verse 1]
My new car like a hauler (yeah), got b**hes sayin' I'm like their father (damn)
Trappin' with some shottas, ain't gon' tell you, but I know who robbed ya (yeah)
Young, I was a monster, said I'm coppin', now I'm f**in' (I'm coppin')
I'm coppin' all year, he a flodger, he a liar (flockin'), f**in' urban author
When I'm whippin', ain't no stoppin', performin' like I'm in Impala (damn)
I recall a hollow, make you spit up that lil pin you swallowed (yeah)
By edge of tomorrow, sip some syrup 'cause I'm really bored
f**in' up these stores, don't do chores (yeah), play fast when record
Came through with some masks (masks), such a bad thing, her p**y crack (damn)
Know her p**y wack (wack), don't like these hoes, I'm a lumberjack (yeah)
Want your a** to smile (smile), take a hundred, bring a hundred back (bring it back)
My gun attached, act funny, then I'm bustin' back (Z Money)
[Chorus]
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
[Interlude]
Yeah, you know what the f** goin’ on, n***a
1017 sh**, n***a
Puttin’ up a verse, n***a, this ain’t nothing new
Z Money, DY, what it do? Yeah
[Verse 2]
Always keep a rocket, Steve Francis, no I don’t have that carca** (damn)
Specialty is lockin’ the trap, now watch these n***as mockin’ (damn)
Hi Tech, sh** the toppin’, function rocky, what we dirty poppin’
Balmain in my closet, bought the store, God damn, I need to stop it
Tiger Gucci sock, play like soccer, get hit with the mop stick
All y’all do is talk, all y’all b**hes, you can’t hurt nobody (damn)
You get rich, cannot get the top of them, make deposits (yeah)
Stackin’ off my profit, got 50 thousand in every pocket (damn)
[Chorus]
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’
Damn, this the Givenchy, ain’t no Robins (Robins)
Yeah, all these b**hes love me (these b**hes love me)
Damn, I’m gettin’ rich up off this substance (out of control)
Yeah, I can’t give up on the hustlin’