Letras
Who made this beat?
It's your classic nigga
Such a genius babe
You smell it, you smell it nigga
That's their part nigga
Yo, yo, yo
Fuck what you heard, I'm the real savage (boss)
I ain't Junior Jazz., I'm like their fucking daddy (more)
Play with boss and letting your ass have it
Them silver bricks with the red writing
I'm the man having (enough)
Hey, straight to truth fool the fucking truth
Quarter million dollars in the fucking booth
My dog's gang can't wait to let him loose
All my dog's gang can't wait to let him loose (yeah)
Pull up game, Photo shoot
Can't wait to let my dogs loose
Bulldog to dog gang
Y'all know how my dogs move
All I breathe is gang shit
All my niggas gang members
I don't use the blinkers in my car
Cause ain't no lane switching
I've been crossed too many times
So no, I ain't the same, nigga
Nigga Shatman, I'm still alive
He can't say the same, nigga
Yeah, my life, I risked that
20 bins, I pissed it
Threw the piece to them
So don't post 'til we get back
Draco riding passenger
Who you with been they keep asking her
Keep up in this to yourself
Why is that a task for her?
She know I'm a big step
I know that this shit is fresh
Drop it in the water
Hit it twice, you gonna get extra
Hey, man, I got about 18 vans in my pocket
Hey, man, sorry for keeping y'all waiting, you know what I'm saying?
I know the streets need me, man
Hey, ain't too many solid niggas left, man (swear to God)
Whole bunch of rats and roaches, nigga, you know what I'm saying?
Try staying relevant 10 years, nigga (yeah, they ain't know you nigga)
Yeah, watch all the rumors and bullshit come with that, nigga
Yeah, but this the big dog, though
Bank is on it nigga, yeah