Letras
Know what the fuck it is, nigga
Check, born rebel, so fired to the devil
Hustles, I got several, a stepper pressin' Louis on Benz pedals
Pocket full of clear baggies with the pebbles, Austrian metal
All my thoughts on how to finesse you
Shop right, I knock some points off on the next two
I took a lot of risks just to blow chips on my nephew (I did)
I plan, plot, strategize my next move
High on the jet fuel, use my shorty as a mule
Should've gone cool, put my soul on the pro tools
When you change, they want to ode you
But when the money grow, you gotta grow too
Stupid niggas pose for the feds, watchin' they social
Keep everything low, I'm just here to collect my total
Snakes in the grass, I tote tag, lawn mow you
We motion in, it's posted, weird niggas ain't nowhere close to
It's deep in the dirt, ten toes and now I'm global
Was starvin' out a bowl full, homie, the dough rules
Everything around me, everywhere from Detroit to Kings County
Put so much work on the scale, the plug's out in me
They doubted me, funny, now I'm livin' out my wildest dreams
Weighed all of my sins on a triple beam
Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me (Nah)
Caught a wave and now I'm speedin' in the AMG (Skrrt)
Keep the blicky with the laser beam (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Shit get real tricky if you play with me (Nah)
Got it on my own, nobody made a way for me (Nah)
Caught a wave and now I'm speedin' in the AMG (Skrrt)
Keep the blicky with the laser beam (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Shit get real tricky if you play with me (Nah)