Lyrics
Anybody cross that intersection getting T-Boned
Shawty owe a mil' taking to me in a sweet tone
She a messy eater, got my meat on her cheekbone
We don't do cheap champagne, bust open the Clicquot
I can't sign that shit, add another zero
My dawg in the cut, blast it up like a Latino
Tool on him like he work at Home Depot
I'm a creature, I'm an animal, throw me on Nat Geo
Ay, my heart cold as Michigan
50 in the trunk, 101 playing many men
Ay, I'm just a real nigga with some discipline
If it's up to me, pops won't ever touch a brick again
Ay, how can I call you my brother?
I know a set of twins who don't even trust each other
Damn, I never put my faith in no man 'cause I'm god body
Hater hoe playing on my phone, join the block party
Gas, brake, dip type shit
Take a flight, spend a light ten on my bitch
They ain't flexin', I'm just saying what it is
(Ay) brake (ay), dip, (ay) gas
Gotta keep a cutter for the snakes in the grass
Niggas switchin' up but I'm seein' through the miles
V12 in the hood 'case I gotta do the dash
When the pimps in the crib, ma' (in the crib, ma')
They throwin' ass in the kitchen makin' TikToks (TikToks)
Starin' at the stones in my Armani flip flops
I can't take her serious, she a big bop (big bop)
We 'on't pill pop, we just pop bands (bands, bands)
When I say this I ain't talkin' 'bout the dance (dance, dance)
Squabble up, let's really see if you got hands (hands, hands)
I'm in control, got the power and the plan, niggas fail to understand
I can't fall for no sob story, that's how you get blocked shawty
Niggas drop dimes, I go in the store and drop 40
Think they need to call Maury, bitch, I'm not the father
Don't hit me if you need to hold nothin', that's on mamas
They can't even hold up they end of the bargain
I ain't never takin' niggas for they word again
Rather die from a dirty bullet than a dirty bitch
I'm in love with these eight figures I've been flirtin' with (flirtin' with)
I'm in love with these eight figures I've been flirtin' with
Niggas thought they seen the best of me, but they ain't seen shit
2026, they won't be able to reach Hit
Join the block party
Shit go way back
This ain't no pat on the back, I stole the program, won a Grammy off crack (sheesh)
Dirty like cracked plugins, T-Money with the pack, he just got buzzed in (got buzzed in)
Told that little bitch run it in, Dom K with me, got a friend for a friend (for a friend)
I'ma spend what I spend, back with the dawgs going Benz on Benz (Benz on Benz)
Fuck, we goin' Rolls on Rolls, 2026, better up your goals
Sicko boys come through the dark at night, treat it like fish and better up our pole
Devil in the details, up your soul
Cutter on me, I can't cut shit close (can't cut it, nah)
We dominatin', goin' '98 Shaq in the post
Call the mortuary tell 'em pick up all my old homies
'Cause they really dead to me, please don't call my phone, brodie
Blocked so many hoes, I should hit the field, I'm like a goalie
I'm right a the crib with a skeezy hoe, she blowin' on me
Cake, cake in my pockets, I kick back and pop it
And I know they sick for real (they sick), 'cause they couldn't stop shit (can't stop shit)
They couldn't stop shit (they can't stop shit)
Yeah, they can't stop shit (they couldn't stop shit)
They couldn't stop shit (they can't stop shit)
They can't stop shit
Sheesh