Letras
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Glock on Biggie and the clip two pack, get it?
Tryna tunnel my vision like Tubman (gang, gang, gang, gang), yeah
Picasso couldn't even picture this, huh
Now my pockets never anorexic
Catch me in a big body whip, huh
And I'm ridin' 'round with the roof off
Got this baddie toppin' shit, huh
In my hood, get folded like a futon
Still no comfort in this bitch, huh
Rappin' just a niche, look
Know they watchin' shit, huh
So my hoodie on like I'm Trayvon
But these Skittles knock the taste out of shit
Rainin' from these bows, watching colors drip (watching colors drip)
You ain't get it then, but you'll get it now, nigga
(You ain't get it now, you ain't get it now, look)
I just keep switchin' the flow up (just keep switchin' the flow up)
Look, you wasn't there for the rain
You wasn't there through the storm (you wasn't there through the storm)
All this rage'll make a nigga back out
Don't get blicked, baow, nigga
Ain't no vet when I put your dawg down
He get glit, baow nigga
Ain't no buck now here
Lookin' like I hit a lick (jugg), still be on the strip
I got money, and I'll still'll take the risk
Tell the shooters go and put him on a list
Right before I ever seen Runtz, takin' packs to the mid (jugg, jugg)
I'm thinkin', I still'll make it flip (hey)
Bro saw that nigga through the tint
And he got hit up in his whip (boom boom)
Eyes watchin', they still up on our dick
All that shootin' they said that they doin'
They still ain't make a hit (no)
Diamonds shinin', that bitch could have made a wish
Bag heavy, doin' sit-up with the chips (sit-up with the chips)
Ayy, we ain't get it then but we get it now, nigga (but we get it now, nigga)
Amiri jeans, got like fifty thou' in them (hey)
Too blessed on my shirt, Dior (shirt, Dior)
Got it out of the dirt for sure (dirt for sure)