Letras
Fuck da slice i want da pie
Hustlers grind & buyers buy
When it's smoke don't talk about it
Put that beef right on the rye
Two door coupe I drop that top
To show my wrist just me and I
Can't go back to broke that shit so wrong
I'm in a different mode
I chill out at home
Move out them packs and put bands in a tote
Yo bitch know I'm on so she gon slide
But she gotta come alone
I move like the Don around my block
Lil bitch I'm Corleone
I care about myself my bitch my fam but put my money first
He was just a fan and now he dissin he got done the worst
This bitch say she love me all the time but don't know who I am
I'm the type that's gon do what I want and flex racks on the gram
S-O-S-K-I so high so fly I got that fye with me
I want like 10Ms or never mind it ain't no signing me
Brought that shit from overseas so we gon tax on every key
Reach for anything on me we on yo ass like Robin Jeans
I wasn't born into no money still got rich by 17
Never asked no one for nothing somehow they still asking me
Big bro left me all alone it turnt my heart into a stone
Turnt that pain into some racks and turnt that trap into a home
I like foreign cars 5 star restaurants ala carte
Boring broads in Milan let's do shopping montage
Bitch all I know is ball played my cards like hallmark
Snakes out gotta cut the grass keyboard where these niggas talk
On my own since a young nigga
Fucked up I don't talk about it
Looking back probably for the best
Now my car go auto pilot
I don't need no stylist bitch I style yo stylist
Virgil on my feet while I move out that pyrex
Came straight out them projects wasn't nobody worried bout me
Cept' my niggas who been with me and my bitch who very solid
Now these niggas in my DM talkin bout when we gon vibe?
Lil bro you sound just like a bitch get out my face fore I get violent
Nigga
Fuck da slice i want da pie