Leggo
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig (Hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playin' Big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (Turn it)
Ain't shit you could motherfuckin' tell us (Turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talkin' slick 'bout the kid (Hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playin' with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (And you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
Go on and let me dim the white light, burn the white candles
Get a white girl out her white dress, down to white sandals (Ya dig?)
The only stars in astrology that's making profits
Prophets on the rocket, like my city, we don't need the comet
And all that blasé, blasé, all that nonce, nonce
My girl look like a Nicki, Rihanna, Minaj, Grande Yonce
There he go on a pedestal, you need better dude
I told her that ABC, not ABC, public school they want to steel
Still pushing packs, pushing packs on some mule shit
I'm over nightin' and lbs relaxed on some cool shit
When the sun go down we jump around we off the shits
Don't under digg, the kids, you dig?
Leggo
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that 6 (Hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playin' Big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (Turn it)
Ain't shit you could motherfuckin' tell us (Turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talkin' slick 'bout the kid (Hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playin' with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (And you know it man)
Yeah, that's the motherfuckin' kid, bitch
You know I got my city, bitch
I say, you could get your wig split
My shoes from Italy, motherfuck who ain't feelin' me
Cause issues we ain't livin' it makin' mills for my children
Steady stackin' up my bills without Hillary
In the streets a nigga plugged in like auxiliary
God willing I keep killing all these tracks and shit
I been selling crack so long, I got calluses
Wrapping mid up that just fell of a big truck
Ridin' with sticks 'cause I got a name I'm establishin'
Third team trail every night I'm averaging
Blunt filled green, pockets filled with cabbage
Word to flyin' Weezy, young money savages
I just called two hoes and they gon' blow me like a clarinet
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig (Hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playin' Big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (Turn it)
Ain't shit you could motherfuckin' tell us (Turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talkin' slick 'bout the kid (Hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playin' with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (And you know it man)
Designer, on my momma
Fresh shit like Obama, I probably get that going wind
See all the brick we just be blowin' them
Hustle gang
Hey listen up if I say a duck could pull a truck
Don't ask me what for, find something to hook your lil' ass up
And guess what, hey
If I see a flick could pull a tree
Stand back and get to 'em but don't be starin' at me
Man I'm a G, that's some shit today you rarely see
Man I been trappin' since all I had was a prayer and a key
Man, you get caught I bet you sing like a Parakeet
They say the proof is in the pudding, you don't see it, ain't lookin'
Man I-I-I'm certified, spread from Cali to Brooklyn
In the Chi, I'm providing all the hoods with sugar
I'm super solid, pure gangster 'til my casket G
You disrespect or we gon' blast for that blasphemy
Yeah, you know I'm ridin' with that sig (Hol' up!)
Come through in that Benz playin' Big (I say hol' up!)
And we blow that gas, you can smell her (Turn it)
Ain't shit you could motherfuckin' tell us (Turn it)
Man I heard a fake one talkin' slick 'bout the kid (Hol' up!)
Tell the hoe we playin' with the paper like a kid
Bankroll they neck, that's the shit they just throat
Hit the green lights, everybody on go (And you know it man)