[Intro]
Yeah, bitch you already know
It's your boy Nino Breeze, the new face of MMG
Big 727, big Pine County representer, FLA in the building, n***a
Let's get to it
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse]
I done been styled on so much
Probably why my heart all froze up
Give it to your blood raw, no cut
I believe in hustle, no luck
Find a n***a realer than, no such
I'ma let my nuts hang, give no fucks
I ain't have a fuckin' thing when I growed up
Now the money chump change if it fold up
Sure 'nough, everybody turned they back on
Held it down, ran it up, now I'm back on
I be puttin' on for the team, man, I'm backbone
I'm the best that ever did it with a trap phone
Puttin' trust in other n***as never last long
Whoadie folded on me, could've been a sad song
But I found a way to shake back 'cause I'm that strong
Catch plays 'til the pack gone
Fuck hoes 'til they dead tired
Call bluff 'til the lead fly
I might go to catch a red-eye
On it up to Bed-Stuy
If it be about them dead guys
On me, I ain't scared, boy
Raw bitch, KOD, got her legs wide
Beat her down, then she show me what the head like
Forgiatos, fuck 'em up at the red light
That lil' money ain't enough for no fed time
Hundred thousand in a month, that's my deadline
We got nothin' to discuss if you play with mine
I got smackers in the cut, they'll go too
Droppin' dummies on anything we go through
Standin' too tall, feelin' like I'm Goku
You gon' smoke who? I send enough smoke to choke you
You got no clue what that yop or that scope do
Promise everything hold true
Promise everything 1K
I'm from a city for the gunplay
Yeah, yeah
I'ma drip through the city in a whip that's so pretty, need to put it on the runway
I don't flag, I don't pump-fake
Go to jack, get you slumped, ayy
Yeah, I be rippin' and runnin', watch me get to this money, bitch, I'm up, fuck they gon' say?
Give it to 'em like
Me and foolie rollin' 'round in a dually, hey
Twenty-wall shawty, gold-mouth dog, it look like Mookey
Look like Plies, look like Trick, Florida water all I spit
Hang my neck, work my wrist, load my fire, talk my shit
Just like this, who they gon' get with?
Cuban my chain, lookin' like Slick Rick
Cartier watch, naw, this ain't Fitbit
In this ho flood, bitch, I'm on lit-lit
Hundred-round drum, thirty-shot dick-dick
And I'm gon' dump 'til they go gllt-gllt
Afghanistan sticks, boy, we totin' big shit
You gon' get did, you gon' get flipped, jit
Clearwater Beach, fuckin' on thick bitch
I'm in these streets, God as my witness
Boy, I got my wrist lit, haters got they wrist slit, huh
Say I'm fallin' off, I must've missed it, yeah
Clique full of squares, y'all pick stick
N***as been sick ever since I went and hit six figures
Got 'em throwin' up like when a bitch sip liquor
No cut, I'ma tell it like it is, bitch n***a
Naw, I don't wanna kick shit with you
I don't wanna rap no more
I don't wanna vibe, I don't want a CD, n***a
Catch me at the trap, oh, no
I was in a cell, couldn't get a picture in the mail
Couldn't get a dollar on the books
When I touch land and I go to fuckin' up these bands
I'ma make 'em feel it when they look
Spent like thirty grand bustin' down the bezel and the band
Dome a n***a 'fore I get it took
Twenty-kilo gram, papi want three hundred when it land
First we gotta make sure that it cook
I don't understand why these n***as think a n***a playin'
Know I went and got it out the streets
Homie, I'm a beast, that's a two-door with four seats
Black on black, who could it be? That n***a Breeze
[Outro]
Yeah, bitch, you already know what time it is, boy
Came through and rapped this bitch real quick
Yes, sir