Lyrics
Frozen stones in the air, D's at the bottom
GA certified before I was GIA certified
Mr. M-In-Cash anytime you see me, you know?
Only a few rappers play a duck to catch a duck, you know?
Trickin' niggas who trickin' niggas, you know?
Supercar-drivin', Gulf Stream-flyin', designer-wearin' golden child, you know?
Wham (Wheezy outta here)
Let's go
Hoppin' off a plane to a Matchbox
Hundred times platinum, fuck a plaque
Bulletproof the tires, run flat (I'm goin')
Cutthroat, I give her one chance (go 'head)
Slut her out and gave her one band (no problem)
Twenty-five cars, one man (I pop 'em)
Driveway like a mini dealership (come park it)
He went sour, cut the business with him (you bold)
Crack smoker, I was livin' with 'em (auntie 'nem)
Weird hoes, I ain't dealin' with 'em (can't see me)
Overseas, they love a real nigga (European)
She don't like it, but she deal with it (she stingy)
'Rari's back-to-back, that's tough (two million)
Hear us 'round the corner, that's us (skrrt)
Puttin' on stuff, best dressed (night time)
Flip phone, black Nike Tech (my kind)
We done done it all, what's next? (Too picky)
Boss Man, name on the checks (big business)
First one's come through trim (literally)
Dipset, Jim Jones baller (big bucker)
Life of a fuckin' hustlerholic (I'm hustlin')
She know not to text me, I'ma call her (hush)
Bro in prison, livin' through a pack
Farewell, I don't see a scratch (real close)
She ain't mine if she don't got me tatted (no way)
OCD, need everything intact (clean up)
Bitches tryna play me like I'm wack (bitch, who?)
Real P, I bet' not go for that
Ridin' through the trey in all black
Pullin' up on Pluto in the 6 (bird gang)
Hood full of dope-slanging tricksters (my neighbors)
I come from that 4, I'm a real one (I came up)
Yeah, nigga, King Spider back
I don't even believe I was locked up, for real, for real