[Intro]
Yeah, uh
Lil' n***a
Bitches be treating me like a celebrity man
Stunna C flow master for all you bastards
(You feel me, yeah)
You feel me, you feel me
You feel me, feel
You feel me, feel
You feel me, aye yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm at the top I can see the scrapers
Can't politic cause I'm him no debating
Owning the league everytime that I drop
Cut from the roster release they waving
Drip on the fleece, than the denim, the socks
Bishop Don Juan, yeah she fuck with a playa
I'm a pimp, shit I might need some gators
She cannot help it but choose
If she choose best believe you gon lose
Why your ass look like a fool
Luxebwoy$ in town, running shit just like we do
Yeah they fuck with the sound, bitches go wild
Watch them come fill up the room
[Chorus]
Look it's cold you gotta survive
I'mma stack till it touch the sky
Tryna block my sound like the blinds
One of one, the vintage design
I'mma count up these hundreds
No quarters or dimes
Shawty on me, side to side
Now she see that I blew up like mines
Now she love with the kid, Valentine
N***a you say you
You claim you bout what you do
N***a you capping you fool (Aye)
Bitches be capping, you fool
N***a you capping you fool (Uh)
N***as be two faced
Bitches be two faced, yeah

[Verse 2]
Ya'll n***as cap like uppercase
I'm making highlights replay
I gotta mismatch iso
You see a legend on display
I need a gold jacket, Hall of Fame
All in the museumm picture frame
I want awards, winnings in my name
Gimme a Grammy, Master Rollie plain
N***as be praying hoping that I flop
Bet I go platinum soon as I drop
I do not miss pass me the rock
CEO status tryna buy the block
N***as can't see me still
Cause these flows really ill, it brings bills
If your hoe leave with me
Bet she ain't coming back and that's real
[Chorus]
Look it's cold you gotta survive
I'mma stack till it touch the sky
Tryna block my sound like the blinds
One of one, the vintage design
I'mma count up these hundreds
No quarters or dimes
Shawty on me, side to side
Now she see that I blew up like mines
Now she love with the kid, Valentine
N***a you say you
You claim you bout what you do
N***a you capping you fool (Aye)
Bitches be capping, you fool
N***a you capping you fool (Uh)
N***as be two faced
Bitches be two faced, yeah