(Intro)
I want my hundreds blue like X-Men
That money turns me into a beast
Your wife fucking your best man
I told you that hoe is for the streets
Laying on my death bed, I had to lie to the police
Gun under the bed, sprayed in case they try 10-23
I'm the villain not the hero, don't look up to me
Trap house like Home Depot, we was cutting keys
Wrists on sub zero, that banger on me to
Trying to jump me like zero, bought his trait of truth
Sipping codeine, spilling ashes all over my Gucci suit, businessman
And I spin your block, like a ceiling fan, been the man
I'm to short to ever be the bigger man
So, trust me if we beefing, squashing it ain't my dinner plans
Spick and span, she sucked me in a Benz, sprinter van, Wiz Khalifa
No telling when I'm gonna see you again
Fifty bands, spinning fast, can't tell you where it went
A hundred bands, all 20's like an ATM, niggas mad
All In my comments but won't say it to my face
How you a real steppa when your shoes fake
Pulling out a check in front of you
Make you feel like some kind of way
I'm on demon time, I can't be kind today, I got time today
Moon ride from outer space, trying to get off all the pounds
I feel so out of shape, fuck out my face man!
I just want to live my life, why they don't leave me alone
They do anything for likes, someone please come take their phone
Make sure that my money right, before I pull up and do one song
I know that, that pussy tight, but it ain't going to break up my home
Meet up at the same spot, make sure that you come along
Last nigga crossed me, got crosses on his tombstone
Ya'll just starting wearing Dior's, 10 years ago, I had that on
You ain't supposed to tell the world you fucked her
You supposed to pass that on
Flexing with another nigga chick, man you all bragging wrong
I ain't bringing everybody to the top, I hate to tag along
Ya'll had a good run; sorry it didn't last too long
Stepping on, niggas like concrete call them steppingstone
Rap shit don't work, back to trapping on M-Zone
Touch down, one hand snag back, to the endzone
Pull over, that ass to fat, you going to break a hip bone
Buss down, rocks on her neck, now she a flintstone
Got a spending problem, soon as I get it, that shit just gone
I ain't tripping about it, just triple the price when I perform
Made thousands off 20$ gas station, flip phones
Little nigga, I've been on, ask about me, I've been known
I put that shit on, jump in the whip, put my shit on
Tissue paper for all the haters, I gotta shit on
I'm the one they slept on, still hard as Teflon
They hate they kid, like a stepmom
It's all good though
I just want to live my life, why they don't leave me alone
They do anything for likes, someone please come take their phone
Make sure that my money right, before I pull up and do one song
I know that, that pussy tight, but it ain't going to break up my home
Meet up at the same spot, make sure that you come along
Last nigga crossed me, got crosses on his tombstone
Ya'll just starting wearing Dior's, 10 years ago, I had that on
You ain't supposed to tell the world you fucked her
You supposed to pass that on
(Outro)