[Verse]
Yeah, okay
All my young boys just shootin' they with the shootouts
One Umbrella crew out, n***a, what you gon' do 'bout
My dog Jae say he just tryna find him a new route
Tryna do me the same, my bitches do be insane
Got that Mulsanne glidin', I'm ridin' it through the rain
Through the pain, we do change, n***as won't do a thing
And me, I do things, n***a, hot like blue flames
And my wrist sayin', "Bitch, come kick it like Liu Kang"
Look, n***a, I don't play no games, I'm a general
Life time ties, I ain't fuckin' with the federals
White wine vibe, five bitches on my genitals
I pedal to the medal, she don't put me on a pedestal
I hit her with the finishin' touch
I diminished them bad bitches and hit 'em like a cinnamon dust
I touch bad bitches with mad riches, they dad riches
And I'm in they back so much, n***a, I'm ad-libbin'
Uh, big timer, dope proper, show stopper
Bad bitches, actresses in soap operas
Gettin' so much dough, y'all n***as owe papa
I get paid to put you on a stretcher, oh, doctor
We be movin' militant, whole squad real as shit
10 Rollies, 30 chains, whole squad killin' shit
Went to the Rolls Royce, drove the Wraith out the dealership
Bought that shit cash, you can tell 'em that I'm still legit
Y'all say y'all ball with payments to make
On the G4, cigar with plane flicks to take
G5 private plane, away from Jakes
Yeah n***a I do lear from state to state
Got a yellow Presidenti and I baked the face
My chick yellow than confetti, got her laced in grape
Treat my dates, like "fuck it if we late, we late"
And if you fuckin' and you sayin' you relate, we great
Okay, why them n***as hatin' on Tory? Can't chance it
Why they all sick of my face? That's cancer
Why they in the back room dissin' like the dancers?
Well me and Sway are the same 'cause we don't got the answers
I was with the scammers, trigger pullers and jammers
Night time shooters will do you in they pajamas
They eat Oodles and Noodles and go to sleep vampin'
Toss hammers in water and lay in East Hampton
Me, Sosa and Brooks, that's the 3 champions
Give your bitch a 3 point foul, 3 chances
Your bitch say I'm lyin', I ain't fuckin', she dancin'
I knew she was fuckin' from the first 3 glances
Heard she got a twin that heard I ball, Steve Francis
Fuck her then I'm takin' her sis, Steve Nash shit
Relax, n***a, I'm on my relapse, n***a
And I already won the race, these just re-laps, n***a
Mind your bitch and your beeswax, n***a, I keep 3 straps
'Cause we done hit some cats that's gon' be back n***a
After the Ray Ray talk, the "Wah gwaan Popcaan?"
And I'm still with real n***as sayin' wah pop, wah gwaan
Pullin' somethin' foreign with the top off chopped on
N***as knock your lights, clap on, clap on
Bet she top off, Ralph Lauren, I'm killin' it
Linen on, out there tourin' with foreign models
More bottles ordered, them bitches is gon' swallow
And I swear I got so many hallowed tips, I'm gon' hallow
If I aim, shoot, bang, my n***a is gon' follow
And that shit is full throttle, I drink the full bottle of Patrón
When it's on, my n***a, then it's on
Go I'm gone, ready to kill them n***as, gon' feel 'em
And I made your bitch pay, ain't nobody gon' bill 'em
And I'm good in the Chi, ain't nobody gon' drill 'em
And my goons goin' gorilla, my n***as coke killers
August 19th, you n***as is gon' feel us
Know it's gon' pop, know this shit is gon' pop
Pop up and make another mil and call it goin' pop, n***a
Yeah and you know you gon' flop, n***a
Uh, and all you haters gon' drop, n***as
Uh, and you know I'm on my own yeah
All you n***as mighty, gon' duck like Bombay
Big time killer, big time seller