Certified

Kontajes on the incline Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Red with that flack franchise Glow red when I slide

Hold her back, yeah, I'm high White joy is on my stride

Kontajes on the incline Tell her hit the follow line

And then we on the incline This that franchise

Big ring, street type Wear it, crime type

Steppin' on the block, black flies This that franchise

Never let a hoe decide We don't do the south side

Bitch, I'm too electrified Red rack swing when I walk like a banner

I be movin' with a swagger that'll piss off Santa Whole block jumpin' like I'm droppin' thunder

Bitch, I'm contagious, turn the street to a summer I don't chase no bitch, I'm a gunner

But the bag get honey, she gave me a Hummer I sock loud till the bass get funny

Pull up in the whip and the whole scene flooded Motherfucker freeze up when the real one's runnin

I'm a franchise Jersey never tie

Every move fly, yeah, the whole city wide I don't need a crown, I'm already in my tie

Red flack franchise with a bloody style White Jordans all clean, hit the ground like a snag

Headed, shook him high, let him call on the pair Try to throw shade, but the glow too rare

Bitch, I'm shinin' in the dark like a million-ass pr

Million-ass pr- pro Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Yeah, your red flack franchise Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Yeah, your red flack franchise White Jordans on my stride

Kontajes on an incline Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Yeah, your red flack franchise Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Yeah, your red flack franchise Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Yeah, your red flack franchise White Jordans on my stride

Kontajes on an incline Yeah, I'm the glitch and the mage

The cheat code, hit it Whole damn city know the way I've been livin

Never been timid, every loss got forgiven Came back harder with a style, I'm forgivin

I don't ship no lies, I don't fuck with pretenders Fake tough talkers get erased like a window

Frosted, we'll shake hands But you breakin' off presidents, no friends, ooh, yeah

Deadest to high speed, flash through the night flow Red lights blur when the gang hit the right glow

Every move heavy like the kick in the 808 Beat drop daily like a brick through a side gate

Kontajes with the drip, with the slang With the bottle, I'm faded, fade

Block been waitin' for a king with a statement Big step, shit, make a hit or hit, uh, fuck patience

Franchise way to the occupation Now she's dilated, whoo

Pull up, bitch, I'm certified Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Yeah, your red flack franchise Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Hey, now, give them cash, I swear Pull up, bitch, I'm certified

Hey, now, give them cash, I swear Wait, you're the summer strike

Kontajes on the in-flight

Hey, baby, huh

Kontajes on the in-flight

Hey, you, huh

Kontajes on the in-flight

Kontajes on the in-flight