Lyrics
"Daddy gon' push your ass one more time
This the-, this your-, this-, you produced this record, right?"
"Yeah"
"Alright, it's my turn"
"You got EP credits"
"Okay, alright"
"It's my turn" (love you)
"Tell Granny you love her"
"Let me see that"
"Say 'I love you', okay, I'm 'bout to give it to you, hol' on"
"I love you"
"Hahaha, okay, alright, love you"
Man, you niggas can't fuck with me, run with me, step-stomp with me
I've been dolo in the streets, ain't never need no company
And now I got a company, my money steep, but still discrete
I roll with heat, you roll in three's, I throw up three's, I'm throwin' Bs (up)
And we got them Bs up in the streets
I seen niggas freeze up, up the Glock and I made niggas ease up
Bitch, I rap this gangster shit because I live it, shot and I ain't up my pivot
Most these niggas, they not with it, I can't feel it
Fuck with me, if it's up, it's stuck with me
That's why they don't fuck with me, fuck with me
I pull up, they think I brought some luck with me
'Cause my truck a buck fifty
Plus another buck fifty, buck fifty, plus fifty
Uh, I can't chill, I'm so fucked up, I can't feel
I can't even go on no drills, 'cause I'm so up that I can't kill
Tell the truth, I'm real, nigga, that's 'cause I'm a real nigga
Alley-oop my lil' niggas, tell 'em to go spin on niggas
Niggas havin' hit records, how the fuck I'm still bigger?
How the fuck I'm still richer? How the fuck I'm still litter?
Intuition made it this far off of quick decisions
Like, do I let you bitches breathe or do I get to blickin'?
And I've been maxin' out my speed, I need an intermission
And I've been packin' up my jeans, 'cause I've been stackin' up my Gs
And I've been rackin' up my fees, I got the feds all on my dick
I got my lawyers at my knees, got the world at my feet
I got a trick still up my sleeves, all that shit stay on my mind
Gotta stay up on my grind, so these problems, I don't need 'em