Yeah
Huh
Young Eagle drop a classic on they head top
My body like a camera, get your head cropped
Drop the top, got some legends on my block
These the Baby Blue 4s, they deadstock
That will win the races, finesse the bag
Every way you can
Lock the door, lock your door
Check the time, check the score
I'm really here for sure, huh (yeah)
I don't even shop at the mall, it's where we want (where I want)
Press a button, make her cum yeah (cum)
You don't wanna play in the sun yeah (in the sun)
You don't wanna play with the son yeah
He ain't serious, what he say?
He ain't talking ends, we cannot play
Nah man, I'm at the top where the legends stay
Yeah man, this that water it evaporates
The foot on their ends, the foot on their necks
I'm still in the gym, I'm getting the reps
Neck on pressure
Smokin' on pressure
This that pressure
My girl too fly, had to finesse her
Feeling like, a million ain't enough
Feeling like ten ain't enough
Guess I'ma stack it up
Rule number one: Never switch on your mans
Rule number two: Never put no hoe before your Benz
Rule number three: Don't fuck with me or the G's
Rule number four: It ain't no rule, just lock the door
I'm kickin' it down 'cause that's how I'm feelin', huh, huh
I'm stackin' it up, and we got no ceilings (yeah yeah)
Spinnin', spinnin
This tha gang shit, get out your feelings
We make millions, her ass Brazilian
Don't play with the G's
Don't play with the G's
Don't play with the G's
Don't play with the (g's)
These the Baby Blue 1's, they deadstock
Young Eagle drop a classic on they head (okay)
I got some Nintendo that these niggas never play
We playin' NBA, victory, we're not the same yeah
You always with the lil' boys, not the top dogs
Die laaste hond, we street fighter yeah we Honda
I'm more like Ken
Can't do the ten, check the lense
We rap about life, they rap about rap
We seeing M's