[Verse]
I just want a yellow lambo, with the windows tinted fitted like its Kill Bill
I been new inside the game and i’m making you question your idols is still real
Shows go like rifles on steel mills
Know that my rivals is ill-skilled
Check my arrival, my tickets is selling out, well and out because I fill bills
I don’t gotta prove myself
Doing all the shit that I do myself
Pushing all the work that I move myself
I don’t need your help
Up with no belt
I don’t gotta fake flex
Fucking the game with a latex
I don’t respond to no late text
Stacking my money in rubbers that’s fucking your mood up like safe sex
Ugh
What will they what will they say next
Run through the basics
Boy do not play in your station
Fuck this invasion
Stunting but face it
You still on minimum wagin
You wanna run where the greats are
Trust me I respect the hustle
I got em hooked like i’m Nate Dogg
Bringing the Thunder like Russell
Keep the gloves on in the face off
Muhammad Ali with the shuffle
You sting like a butterfly pimped out, fix routes
Diesel, I stay with the muscle
Never been the type to switch it up you bitch inferior
My stitching never mention how it matching my interior
The tension never lessens it’s a lesson of superior
Attention when I wreck it it’s dimensions like exterior
Necklace done brought up the anterior
Prevention of my pension was division of siberia
Connections misdirectioned when I vision my hysteria
Affections to my smith and wessons strengthened my insignia
Uh
I ain’t have to do it but I did it
Overly devoted and committed
I got too many bills up on my head, looking like i’m stacking fitteds
Uh
Looking like i’m back to Diddy
Uh
B-A-D boy in the city
Uh
Bitch this ain’t pretty
I hustle like Nipsey
I promise i’m back out to rip shit
Nasty like touching the food when you washing the dishes, you know what i’m talking about
Classy like top of my graduation with no hesitation wishes offering out
I been ditching all my flaws and my doubts
Life in benjamin’s, i’m switching the routes
Rats up in the kitchen, pixar film
Let it develop, the pics are film
Talking bout negatives
Exposing these bitches, I wash em all out cuz it’s relative
Talking bout sensitive
I shine on you hoes and just numb you all out like a sedative
Talking bout
Talking bout
Bitch i’m competitive
None of these rappers can match to my excellence
Heaven sent
Puttin my 3 off of seven cents
Sever heads, eminent I be I be
Tarantino with my vision switching yeah
Bronzalino with the beef in kitchen yeah
Incognito with the windows tinted yeah
Maraschino with the temper viscous yeah
Marry she wrote with the murder vision yeah
Sipping vino, she on C-note see no vetos, chip casinos
She can’t see no difference yeah
Migo migo with the see who’s real
Matrix money Neo
On my dios mío yeah
Ima have to rip the seal
See old fríos
Get the key and peele
Meal veal
Steak A1 real
That’s the deal deal yeah