[Intro]
Brrt
Look, 'crete
Mm, hmm

[Verse]
Same n***a breakin' down hoes left and right (Yeah)
I was countin' up an M on a private flight (Yeah)
All this Chrome on my body like a medieval knight (Hmm)
I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite
Yeah, all my bitches been official, even tote a pistol (Yeah)
Even blow it like a whistle (Yeah), lie to officials (Yeah)
I'll drip you down in crystals if I know you're real (Mwah)
Have you geekin' out your body off a pink pill
I caught you lyin' to me and I fuck with you still (Damn)
So many properties I bought, I'm king of the hill
Fuck n***a need to learn his place 'fore we put 'em in it (Yeah)
Steppin' and swaggin', I'm runnin' shit, I might run for senate (Huh)
I got a bitch up in the kitchen, wearin' them coochie cutters (Yeah)
Free my doggy out that cell, straight up out the gutter
We been them n***as ever since the position needed fillin'
And I fear I didn't see it, it was just me and Dylan (DC)
You see, it was just me and Justin (Draft)
Grippin' her hair while she top me, might give her a concussion (Yeah)
I don't like discussions (Damn), I'm too rich for fussin' (Exactly)
Look her dead in her eyes and have that pussy bustin' (Yeah)
I ain't never cuffin' (Yeah)
Free my corner, baby dawg, he psyched out, still (Yeah)
Your baby daddy broke, no need for him to write a will (Yeah)
I put paint on my nails, bitches fuckin' still (Still)
It's old money in my bank that I'm spendin' still (Yeah)
Lifestyle shit get twisted, I been livin' shady (Creep)
I been beatin' up that sack like I'm Devin Haney (Beat it)
I don't need a rap friend, I'ma step solo (Facts)
I try anything once, the lifestyle YOLO
I don't wanna be posted on the blogs, I don't wanna answer calls
I did this shit for my dawgs, I just beat up the mall
I just beat up my wrist, I was duckin' IRS
I was takin' that risk, I was takin' that bitch
I was flyin' Air Drake, so I was takin' that switch (Brrt)
Bitch (Yeah)
They gave me Ms at eighteen, ain't know what to do (Yeah)
I fuck a sack up at a jeweler, I was goin' stupid (Oh)
Fell in love with a teller, I don't know Cupid
Gotta tell my stepper "No," 'cause he'll really do it (Brrt)
Anywhere, everywhere, he don't give a damn
Empty the clip, reload the clip, we call it sleight of hand (Yeah)
My memory bad, so I'm fuckin' baby on cam' (Mm)
Bottega coat, I copped, R.I.P. to a couple lambs (Yeah)
That boy is not a kingpin, he sold a couple grams
He ain't no gangster, grew up better than Adonis Graham
[Outro]
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