[Intro]
(Come on!)

[Verse]
Uh
Two-seater, bring ya cheeba as I dash out
11 by me, she a mami and her ass, I show her what the cash 'bout
Vroom, Ferrari, Bill Cosby with the sweater game
Casino, cash out, lucky number seven change
Boogie Night lifestyle, she sucked me while I revved the Range
Easy on the gas, feel dangerous with the head of pain (Uh)
It's a recession, but you ain't had no dough before
I ain't a regular n***a, my flow is [?]

[DJ Drop]
([?])
(Bring it back)

[Verse]
Uh
Two-seater, bring ya cheeba as I dash out
11 by me, she a mami and her ass, I show her what the cash 'bout
Vroom, Ferrari, Bill Cosby with the sweater game
Casino, cash out, lucky number seven change
Boogie Night lifestyle, she sucked me while I revved the Range
Easy on the gas, feel dangerous with the head of pain (Uh)
It's a recession, but you ain't had no dough before
I ain't a regular n***a, my flow is [?]
I'm outta orbit courtesy of the kush (Yeah)
Guinness delivery, deserve to be in the books
Prefer to be in the bricks, weed, me and my 6
TVs are on my shit, HD, we in the mix
N***as fake it 'til they make it, don't take that lane
Walk around like these n***as with these fake ass chains
I can't stand 'em, [?] we should ban 'em, garbage can 'em (Uh)
Damn, I'm the fuckin' man, a lyrical cannon, I blam 'em
One thing about me, I never had to beg
Wanted man, bigger than the bounty on Bin Laden head
Now we gettin' UK, African, and Latin bread
And you a bum, nuttin' but [?] rapper dead
[Chorus]
Stop talkin' like a boss or somethin'
Like [?] won't bust you off or somethin', I smell coffins comin'
These n***as walk, talk it frontin'
100K and it's all for stuntin', n***a, we ball for nuttin'
Top down, what you know 'bout that?
Hot rounds, what you know 'bout gats? Cop now
Make it all right back, right back like I never left
Put my back against the wall, fuck 'em all

[Verse 2]
[?] sucker, Banks, ma'fucker
Free work, you should say thanks, ma'fucker
You can emulate forever, you won't never be the God
Dinner plate charm, like Eric B. and [?]
You'll never be a star, [?] too many areas
Bunch of ho ass n***as, rappin' on they periods
Some heart attack serious, we all check the [?]
And if you don't, then you ain't understandin' this
Uh, I'm startin' to wonder if they even stand to piss
I put money on this, hand over fist
I ain't these old n***as braggin' 'bout the life he had (Nah)
The way I rebound, I deserve a Nike ad
Fuck with the rubber, so I won't be a might-be dad
Hated by the same n***as that wanna be like me bad (You)
[?] dumb, hit you with the Hyphy mag'
Mad 'cause my money come outta your wifey bag
[Chorus]
Stop talkin' like a boss or somethin'
Like [?] won't bust you off or somethin', I smell coffins comin'
These n***as walk, talk it frontin'
100K and it's all for stuntin', n***a, we ball for nuttin'
Top down, what you know 'bout that?
Hot rounds, what you know 'bout gats? Cop now
Make it all right back, right back like I never left
Put my back against the wall, fuck 'em all

[Outro: DJ Whookid]
Damn
[?]
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