(It's Swidom)
(R14)
Yeah, it's one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin' 'em
Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers, these niggas hittin' civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money, I'm finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the paper from (mhm) the balance and pay out the (mhm) hitters for gettin' 'em
I told my young boy, "Step then bark, don't do documentaries"
Leave that phone, go around, get drenchy
Uff-uff, two rambos, ski with a scarf like Benji
I just dodged a mazeen, might ring up and call my Frenchie
Bad B in a Bentayga, Bentley
Big drip, no Brené, I'm feelin' so trendy (uff)
Back then was Mackenzie
In the bando, wan' tour, man grip on Givenchy
Still gotta do what I do for the block, I'ma ball nonstop with my tool, don't tempt me
Step, one, two Ruger or the Winches' lookin' all lengthy
Rest up Sheggy
We still slap corn 'til we smoke on the Henry
The shot (hey) shells plenty (grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Man, I'm still on this paper route (mm-mm)
Used to trap out the vacant housing
I was just tryna make it out with my dog
Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with the frost on it
Hear this .9 millimeter, soundin' like exhaust, don't it? (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
And if he a problem, we gon' put a cost on him, boy, I tell ya
So we get the heaters out in the winter
Put 7.62s inside the Sprinter
We givin' 'bout 50 shots like it's liquor
This lil' F&N a real head splitter
Top of the league, ain't no one harder than me in my city, boy, I tell ya
So I'm oversea, tryna find someone who be fuckin' with me, T, I'm tryna tell you, nigga
Listen, them yutes love chat and we do not speak
Unleash, switch tunes with my kick, why bleach?
The opp try back up, I still got reach
He's a neek, he don't know 'bout streets
No, I'm in D-X-B, I can't smoke no trees
My name's too hot, I can feel the degrees
Benji, where the G's?
I might haffi ring Bundog for the Canada leaf
Long Rambs and the dirty katana can chop, don't skeet
Opps ran off and lost their keys
They talk too raggo, the smoke's on lease
Two waps and they're both guaranteed
Pff, I been too bad, so I'm no nominee
You know the clip-back really drops to my knees
My tugs on badness, free up my brodies 'cah that's my ski (ski, glee, mmm)
Yeah, it's one in the chamber, so you know that we hittin' 'em
Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers, these niggas hittin' civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money, I'm finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em
And I just subtract the paper from the balance and pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em
I was just tryna make it out with my dog
Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with the frost on it