Текст песни
Live Nation gave me M's to do my dougie on you hos
Keep your comments to yourself, I made this for the bros
I start writin' once it drop, I ain't even let it load
You take Hit-Boy, you take Mali, you add me and you got gold
Really do this shit for real, boy, don't ask me what I sold
I'm like Wade to KP, they hit me to break the code
Every time I hear a beat I hit seven on the dice
Wanna do a song with me? Why you playin' with your life?
Flow water but it's room temp, I ain't got no ice
Made a hunnit', proud to pay- I ain't even set no price
I wake up and live my life
Smoke my weed and make some hits
Sell out everywhere I go, could a give fuck about your list
Know the voice when you best, close your eyes and take a guess
I be trying not to flex, but I shot this with my left
Nigga stop fucking playin', all this time been taking less'
Hit-Boy play a beat and I'ma eat 'til nothin' left
Bitch, I grew up near the Crest, College Park to be exact
Niggas say they from where I'm from
We like, "Nigga, where you at?"
Hit LA for some days, I might come back with a plaque
Ain't gotta ask me I'm from, you hear the beat, the West is back
Ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Ran-ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, uh! We got another one
Wow, we got another, we got a-, we got a-
We got another one, shipment comin' 'cross in a hundred drums, uh
Chuck a hundred bands
Like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncin' ass
I'm smackin' in these lil' niggas face
Fuck a gram, I take an eighth to the face
I'm sittin' on mountains of the cake blowin' cake
Stakin' up my stakes, have you laid up in a lake
Got a chip on my shoulder, banana chips in my holster
Gone off banana kush, blowin' like a roadster
Look both ways 'fore you cross me
Washington and Fair Oaks, I'm a dangerous cross-street
Play with somethin' safe, don't play with your fate
Big Hit and LaRussell, out hear playin' with cake
I been playin' these pianos, real Black Sopranos
Pops is black Rambo, poppin' bands is mando
Ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Ran-ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, uh! We got another one
Wow, we got another, we got a-, we got a-