Okay
Oh it's... that's Dior
I like that
Oh yea, we back
It's... ya boy
Silky Caesar
Got a gold rope around my neck
Make me think about Nipsey
Got some real niggas coming at you man
You ain't never heard nothing like this
Dallas ain't never gave you nothing like this
Some real shit
You know it's ya boy
Bringing you new sounds, new grooves, new moves
You know, something ya'll can vibe to
Something ya'll can ride to
You know smoke to
You know, or chill with a bish
I think I need that Mustang 5.0
Daytons on the rims like five years old
Green leather Gucci suede robe
Nigga you see the shit that I'm on
What's around my neck that's pure gold
Grandma blessed me with it I can't fold
Damn I love her with my whole soul
The game is to be sold not told
Look at my bitch
She lookin' rich, thick
Lookin real fast
Look at that ass, sick
Look at my niggas
Money in they pockets, rich
Look at they brain
Look at they knowledge, rich
(Yea, alright)
(Yea, alright)
(Yea, alright)
(Yea, alright)
(Yea)
I will never be rude (I will never be rude to you)