[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Verse]
When Lil Jerry had the Marauder, I had fifteen dollars
A glass jar and an eight ball of powder
Now I carry 'round dubs like the shit ain't a problem
I got clio in Toledo, I'll be there in an hour
Certified in the streets, I done ran with some dogs
Valet park at the 'Set, draggin' bags out the mall
If you here, then it's cheap, I need gas if you far
But when I say I got gas, I don't mean I gotta fart
Used to ride an oldie, rims spin when I park
To jumpin' out a Benz, shirt Given' with the stars
Or Given' with the dog, tune in when I talk
I'm too motherfuckin' fresh, I can't blend in with y'all
Used to snatch Cartis, now I snatch tags off before the party
Thousand-dollar jeans, these ain't Ed Hardys
Twenty-five hundred for the sneakers, that's a pair of Cartis
Still gon' have a hundred on in jewelry when I turn forty
Lookin' for me, n***a, then you know just where I'm at
Tell my life story, I don't know if I can rap
Silver spoon n***as, you don't know about the trap
Real plug, get back on me when you finished with the pack
Bitch walk in the crib, make her turn her phone in
All these blues on me like I'm turnin' phones in
She ain't tryna fuck me, then she goin' home then
Streets so motherfuckin' cold, I don't trust my own mans
Had the Benz truck and then I did the 550
N***a, ask your ho about it, she was catchin' rides with me
Drink a four, pop a Perc', that shit got my hands itchin'
Hit the town, make a swap, ridin' back with bands with me
Fool in the kitchen, turn a split into an eighth
Bustin' down bales, let the worker keep the shake
Dropped so many motherfuckin' pounds, I'm in shape
Boy, don't call my line if it ain't involvin' cake
Dickies on, stack season, feelin' like I'm Pay
Ball so fuckin' hard, they can't guard me in the paint
Free my real n***as on the yard with them shanks
Gotta keep that tool on you in the garden with them snakes
I ain't buyin' another fuckin' car 'less it's a Wraith
Stars in the ceiling, feeling like I'm outer space
Shiny Moncler, Rollie on like I'm Mase
N***as dick handle, only thing we handle is this pape'
All we got is money on the schedule, ballin' on another level, n***a
Welcome to Ghetto Boy records, n***a
Go to war about this money, it's whatever, n***a
Paid an extra couple for the whip 'cause it got leather in it
If I up this bitch, you better not move, don't get clever, n***a
Lay your ass down underground with the devil, n***a
I ain't pass my test in high school, but bought a Tesla, n***a
Gucci man-bag on my shoulder with a tester in it
Dropped another chain, boy, I know you feel the pressure, n***a
In and out of Golden Sun, ain't talkin' 'bout the weather, n***a
We might got the same fuckin' watch, but I look better in it
We might got the same fuckin' whip, but I look better in it
Ain't go to court this morning, now I got a warrant
Just left the dealership, I got another foreign
Ballin' like the Knicks from all these blues and oranges
You ain't in the mix, bitch, you ain't important
Bought a whole thing and cooked half of it
Took the other half to the O, I think the Cavs want it
Dropped a four way inside the water, put a bath on it
Every time that bag touch down, I spend my last on it
[Outro]
Hah, ayy
I'm peepin' you n***as out there ridin' my motherfuckin' wave, n***a
Talkin' 'bout no hook this, no hook that, n***a
I started this shit, n***a
You hear me?
Who the fuck talkin' like this, n***a?
Y'all can't fuck with me, n***a
Ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave
(David Wesson)