MSG
[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Don't you know you won the lotto?)
Yeah
Step back on her, I'm like
(Damn, JakeSand)
Quick to step back on 'em
Boy
[Chorus]
Auto start the whip, let's get the day started
I might step back on a bitch, I'm like James Harden
N***as can't check me, I'm like Curry playin' at the Garden
Bro in the paint, throwin' n***as 'bows, he like Ben Wallace
We left a hole inside the street, live in the club
Had to stab off from that bitch, you know we fucked that bitch up
Think I'm trippin'? She ain't tryna fuck with me, these hoes dumb
I know she gon' suck my dick, she see me post this hundred plus (Boy)
[Verse]
Neck bustin', she like, "Can I wear the chain?"
Her neck bustin', I'm like, "Can I get some brain?"
Probably never met no real n***a like me, her ex a lame
It's just me and Boomin, trappin', we'll probably pull up on your baby
You probably never fool a bad bitch out the state
You ain't never hit the trap just to make sure the bills was paid
My n***as dogs, you play with us, you whip your ass like Johnny Cage
Real dogs, why you think half of my n***as in the cage? Yeah
My hair look nappy but my bitch look good
And the bankroll on fleek, this bitch make me good
I really lived inside the trenches, you only visited the hood
I let her pull up to the trap, she seen that chopper with the 'Wood
You know my n***as dangerous, our chains still swangin' and shit
You know that switch out of control, I can't barely tame that bitch
I can't fuck no basic hoes, I done dogged a famous bitch
The type of hoes that you'll pay to be around I wouldn't kiss (I wouldn't kiss)
Back to that money, that's my favorite topic
We put a button on back the gun, that's my favorite [?]
I wasn't even rappin' yet, the hood was hot as lava (Yeah)
Shit, we was still posted, hangin' with them guns, n***a, ask my mama
That money callin', you know me, I'm on my way to it
Spendin' that paper, how I get it, they like, "What he doin'?"
[?] got a drum, like JakeSand, I make the beat to it (I make the beat)
Go grab your gun and your mask, this that street music
You play around, you gon' catch a head tap, we gon' pull off
They like, "GlockBoy, what you chargin' for the verse? I want a brick of dog"
They said my n***as ain't on shit, I told 'em, "Ask your dog"
That fully Glock ran out of rounds, [?] chop involved
We always pole clutchin', never lackin'
My lil' cousin' ran up on me like ain't that Louis on your jacket?
This life shit so crazy, n***as die, we be laughin'
She walked past me and that ass kind of fat, I'd probably grab it
N***a, yeah
[Chorus]
Auto start the whip, let's get the day started
I might step back on a bitch, I'm like James Harden
N***as can't check me, I'm like Curry playin' at the Garden
Bro in the paint, throwin' n***as 'bows, he like Ben Wallace
We left a hole inside the street, live in the club
Had to stab off from that bitch, you know we fucked that bitch up
Think I'm trippin'? She ain't tryna fuck with me, these hoes dumb
I know she gon' suck my dick, she see me post this hundred plus
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Don't you know you won the lotto?)
Yeah
Step back on her, I'm like
(Damn, JakeSand)
Quick to step back on 'em
Boy
[Chorus]
Auto start the whip, let's get the day started
I might step back on a bitch, I'm like James Harden
N***as can't check me, I'm like Curry playin' at the Garden
Bro in the paint, throwin' n***as 'bows, he like Ben Wallace
We left a hole inside the street, live in the club
Had to stab off from that bitch, you know we fucked that bitch up
Think I'm trippin'? She ain't tryna fuck with me, these hoes dumb
I know she gon' suck my dick, she see me post this hundred plus (Boy)
[Verse]
Neck bustin', she like, "Can I wear the chain?"
Her neck bustin', I'm like, "Can I get some brain?"
Probably never met no real n***a like me, her ex a lame
It's just me and Boomin, trappin', we'll probably pull up on your baby
You probably never fool a bad bitch out the state
You ain't never hit the trap just to make sure the bills was paid
My n***as dogs, you play with us, you whip your ass like Johnny Cage
Real dogs, why you think half of my n***as in the cage? Yeah
My hair look nappy but my bitch look good
And the bankroll on fleek, this bitch make me good
I really lived inside the trenches, you only visited the hood
I let her pull up to the trap, she seen that chopper with the 'Wood
You know my n***as dangerous, our chains still swangin' and shit
You know that switch out of control, I can't barely tame that bitch
I can't fuck no basic hoes, I done dogged a famous bitch
The type of hoes that you'll pay to be around I wouldn't kiss (I wouldn't kiss)
Back to that money, that's my favorite topic
We put a button on back the gun, that's my favorite [?]
I wasn't even rappin' yet, the hood was hot as lava (Yeah)
Shit, we was still posted, hangin' with them guns, n***a, ask my mama
That money callin', you know me, I'm on my way to it
Spendin' that paper, how I get it, they like, "What he doin'?"
[?] got a drum, like JakeSand, I make the beat to it (I make the beat)
Go grab your gun and your mask, this that street music
You play around, you gon' catch a head tap, we gon' pull off
They like, "GlockBoy, what you chargin' for the verse? I want a brick of dog"
They said my n***as ain't on shit, I told 'em, "Ask your dog"
That fully Glock ran out of rounds, [?] chop involved
We always pole clutchin', never lackin'
My lil' cousin' ran up on me like ain't that Louis on your jacket?
This life shit so crazy, n***as die, we be laughin'
She walked past me and that ass kind of fat, I'd probably grab it
N***a, yeah
[Chorus]
Auto start the whip, let's get the day started
I might step back on a bitch, I'm like James Harden
N***as can't check me, I'm like Curry playin' at the Garden
Bro in the paint, throwin' n***as 'bows, he like Ben Wallace
We left a hole inside the street, live in the club
Had to stab off from that bitch, you know we fucked that bitch up
Think I'm trippin'? She ain't tryna fuck with me, these hoes dumb
I know she gon' suck my dick, she see me post this hundred plus