Lyrics
What up, B Real? You know
What up, Duke?
(Hardbody)
Mm, dah-dah-dah-dah
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Turn me up, I'm in the Maybach, goin' ten (goin' ten)
I got a hundred on me now, that's on my kids (on my kids)
Dolo thuggin', I don't even fuck with kin
Act like you can't think I introduce you to this Gen (grrt)
I swag, my style, my bitch, they dumb (yeah)
Make me mad, I'm on your ass, you might not never see it comin'
Know I'm yeah and I keep a yeah, ain't got her for the stunt
Nigga asked if I got hands, fuck I look like tryna punch? Ayy
Sellin' rabbit, you know tricks is for the kiddies (for the kids)
Let 'em play, I make his mama put on linens (split a wig)
Okay, he hidin', fuck it, give his dog the business (what it is)
Back-to-back, we get to smackin' shit like tennis (uh, yeah, yeah)
Back-to-back, I'm out here fuckin' niggas bitches (uh, yeah, yeah)
Back-to-back, I double back because he tender (ski, yeah, yeah)
Back-to-back, I'm puttin' miles on a rental
'Til he finished, tell Enterprise, I thank him for the business (ayy)
I'm in this bitch fresh as fuck, spot rockin', pill poppin'
Got me bustin', jaw lockin', pushin' 'Raris down Collins (skrrt)
VVS, the J knockin', give no fuck if jakes watchin'
Ever aim close range? Seen a nigga face, drop it (baow)
Then go repeat, nigga cannot beat me
I be movin' these streets, chauffeured in that BP (uh-huh)
ARP, 223s, I go do the show and leave
Clip full, we don't post on IG, bitch, we be blowin' these (ayy, at all, grrt)
Everywhere I go, with skis, Swerve trim (overly)
Put my bitch in new Chanaynay, I done bought like four this week
Master plan, might as well have nine figures, so to speak
I done ran this shit up so much, I barely go to sleep (uh)
It was mini-vans to the Lambs, all I go is fleets
Back-to-back in the Maybachs, ain't not one of them on a lease
Let 'em all run free, ain't puttin' no ho on a leash (never)
And my money like my Glock-40, stay in arm reach (swerve)