All that I sport Is designer shit
I look to my left and chances are I'm looking at my designer bitch
Yeah this that Arvada shit
Nah, we don't play games we come around
Y'all niggas not dedicated
Streaming stats say ya should've made It
I'm asking niggas, they never played It so...
Look, you catch me minding my business
Y'all niggas up in y'all feelings
I'm In my bag straight chillin'
We gotta different definition of killin'
See You prophesiz'n your ceiling
Your biggest goal hitting a million?
That's funny
But I'm a still keep that shit lowkey
No problems cause niggas know me
My pockets fat getting Mickey D's
But you?
You lookin' quite the opposite
Treat the pussy like the Champagne, It only matter when It's poppin' bitch
Niggas be talking some stupid shit
And I ain't got nothing to do wit' It
Jus like Bennett I ain't In It
Seen ya lil' shit, nigga mine ain't rented
I'm just saying, I'm just saying, I'm just saying...
Like I said, none of my business
If you gon' whip that hooptie lil' nigga please get them windows tinted cause...
Yeah
I'm a just cool It a little
Rings game stupid Issa pool on the middle
Wanna circular crib wit' a pool In the middle
And a jumbo chain wit' a jewel In the middle
And a whip wit no rear view I really won't miss you
You whining I'm sorry go get you some tissues
Realized It's a snake, soon as It bit you
I'm geekin', you stupid as the niggas that's wit' you
My niggas be bussin' like tips of the pistol
Nacho Bangers that bitch be a missile
I'm cookin' a banger the griddle gon' sizzle
Alameda to the Biddle best bid on me nigga
I mean she cool to crack but I cannot be wit' her
Cause all of our business pry end up on Twitter
And that shit, Is really for the birds
"Oh he stopped bluffing, finally"
Real soon y'all gone get real tired of me
Real niggas gon' feel real proud of me
And try to put me In a box that's a bout wit' me
This Michael baby off the balcony
This Kim Jong riding on a valkyrie
This Kanye saying "don't talk to me"
Can't a nigga really go pound for pound wit' me
And It's the same for the niggas that's surrounding me
Like the way you sound you a clown to me
And it's these niggas wanna take the crown from me?
I'm a say it right now don't come around to me
I got tools with the heat that'll ground ya beef
Keep talking sweet, ya might meet the chief
Cause a nigga might really have a few hitters
But even If I did, that's none of my business