Lyrics
This that shit right here, boy
This for the niggas that be blowin' their noses in the flyest foreigns
Yup, cool down, yeah, chef
You know what I'm sayin'? Ayo, great shit on
I feel a great year comin' again, bro-bro
Terrycloth, the motherfuckin' alpaca shit on, nigga
Yeah, ayo
See a lot of sweatsuit king niggas and shit
They call me Louis gas pipe, I'm like the mafia's worst kid
Bentley bicycles, ten pistols, a slick bid
Bally wearer with some H Winstons on
Panamera, black hood, white pipe, and leather in the mirror
Shattered dreams, lonely pharaohs
Who ride across the Verrazano Narrows
Blunted up, guns, and some Camels
Sippin' Mai Tais, givin' high fives to the dread
Lead jackets on, go now, don't get caught up in the red
All we want is paper and some acres
Watch the Lakers get smashed up, we some Knick niggas, fuck the Mav's
Bitches of colors, gold rubbers, yo, we brothers
Protect us like SWAT in Iran and save our mothers
I own a piece in the Mid East, hold a prayer for us
All of us bearded up with good furs, we gear lovers
Navy SEALs with baby steel
Loro Piana gooses, ridin' around in Cullis with veneers
Ones for the money, twos for the scammers
Threes for them hustlers servin', holdin' the hammer
Fours for the flies, velours, more mansions
And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions
Ones for the money, twos for the scammers
Threes for the hustlers servin', holdin' the hammer
Fours for the flies, velours, more mansions
And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions
Ayo, the gold version in Egypt letters
Yo, mention my name, a parade of guns
Get shot up in the air for fellas
Puma jackets and tough jewelry
Thousand dollar footwear, all this Japan shit, all hear me?
A certain walk with a special bop, I rhyme significant
A smooth temperament from the top, soles get pounded
Yo, my flows is grounded, yo, I come from a special camp
All fresh bread, nope, no mold around it
Coupes, they glow around me, and troops, they hold it down for me
In any section to the bad wolves in Fulton County
I want it all, that's how I feel about me
I see they feelin' out me, don't bring the villain out me, not cool
Yeah, let's just ride and elevate
We arrived and delegate, then get high and celebrate
Toast, big up kings and queens
Wearin' their blings and wings, stay
On your deen and dreams, let's sing
Ones for the money, twos for the scammers
Threes for them hustlers servin', holdin' the hammer
Fours for the flies, velours, more mansions
And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions
Ones for the money, twos for the scammers
Threes for the hustlers servin', holdin' the hammer
Fours for the flies, velours, more mansions
And fives for them niggas get high and haul champions
But this man, can he fight?
Of course, but he would be no match for the others