[Intro]
Phew, phew, phew
Yeah
Slayers coming
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse]
Five hundred dollar fitted, white [?] Mike Amiri
We don't do no snitchin, we just hope we get acquitted (yeah)
N***as got t-shirts, [?] got a few pendants (c'mon)
[?] more shit gone than these n***as [?]
Drank an 8 to hisself, man that n***a Slay trippin (what)
Doin 90 in the foreign, bendin corners, bout to flip it (skrt, skrt)
[?] hands on, I'm just pickin up my digits (yeah)
All sleaze in Miami just for pickin up the bitches (hahah)
I'm in RT in Vegas, spending thousands on my britches (fffft, bee)
N***as flashin petty money, I just give that to my bitches
[?] up in the Sprite, I'm just sippin what I'm lifting
I turn words into money, shit, I guess I'm really gifted (I got it)
I ain't got on no Mikes, these Margiela cool greys (stupid)
Dick suckin and don't know nun, keep it cool gang
My foreign bitch got pharma ties, I text her "bring me blues bae"
My closet changing with the seasons, everything get threw away (it so)
Count it up so fast, man, the money counter can't fuck with me (nah, can't)
Got Wayne Perry behind me, man, these lil n***as ain't touching me (gun sounds)
I heard the way you rap, man, you lil n***as [?]
(these n***as on no shit) (ain't never made no money)
I hear you sneak dissing, boy your hoe ain't got a chance with me (she don't)
Still rocking [?] jeans, stuff em up with bands
Buy a Supreme tee, chain on me, see it dance (c'mon)
You tryna be me, that shit don't work, go get a bag
Her last n***a was broke, I took that hoe, made her advance
The art of the hustle, I need two thousand for a feature (yeah)
That young n***a worth something, ain't no money, I ain't speaking
Overpour my cup, God damn, this bitch leaking (fuck)
Soon as Dee crack open that bookbag, this bitch reeking (yeah)