Chyeah
Chyeah
Ayy, where we at?
Let's get it, uh
I know Sergio, I know Tacchini plug
Do Gianni, nigga, no Versace
Still servin' blow out the 'Ghini
Steppin' on the coke like a pair of 'Raches
In the spizzy runnin' up a check
With them thirty-sixes and them R Kells
Heard that nigga tell a lot of shark tales
And I'm really not that impressed (at all)
Me and Thirty ate off of Archdale
Caught a burger, flake, and a jar sale
Now I'm in the Wraith lookin' like a star field
Checkin' in at the Fontainebleau (where we at?)
Tied in, I got drug ties, me and Papi Bricks hoppin' out the coupe
Cuzzo finna make a mud slide
He just dropped a fish in the Mountain Dew
It was process of elimination
Now we chewin' like an overbite (eatin')
Everybody so opinionated
Keep your two cents, don't need your advice (I don't)
In the gutter lane like a bowling ball
Always been a Mr. Know-it-all (rollin')
If you can name it, I done sold it all
Fluff a oil 'caine into a soda ball
Put the call in
Send them country boys in them overalls (where we at with it?)
Lil' dawg keep a string on him, shit, it's just protocol
Headshot gang (bah), we the mafia
Let my four-fifth spit a sixteen (brr)
I hear everybody claimin' gang time
And they don't even know what that shit mean
Where we at with it?
Ranned it up on the incline
Maybe if I wasn't in the street full time, would've been signed
Life of a Mich' con, real street shit, ain't no sitcoms (no bitches)
Circle tight, nigga still a flight risk
Nigga might skip bond (jump bail)
Life of a Mich' con
Art of rock climbin' with a zipline (bungee chord)
This blood sport
Jumped off the front porch under the wind chime (hell block)
Life of a block bleeder, facin' life
I had to risk mine (put it on the line)
All these niggas cap like a Just Don (snake ass niggas)
While I be in the trap with my Concreatures
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I got high, I got high
Front door's open, I'll get it