Check it Drip in Givenchy The pockets is plenty A hand full of commas and rubber bands I understand you niggas comin' to play Nigga not today we on the upper hand Yeah we on the upper hand The upper hand, yeah Check it Uh Drip in Givenchy The pockets is plenty A hand full of commas and rubber bands I understand you niggas comin' to play Nigga not today we on the upper hand Yeah we on the upper hand Yeah we on the upper hand Yeah we on the upper hand Yeah Black benz Backed in Scat pack niggas better wrap back in Gotta rack this bread til I stack bout ten toes Black benz, blacked out win-dows Back then I remember when I was walking through the ave Now I float that bitch How I wrote this shit that's murder Ran the beat and they still on turtle Ran to me cause they need more servers Need more service Need more pockets to fit they burdens They need more racks just to hit that surface Hit that dock just to get them earnings Burning wages Nigga like me I'ma burn them stages This a new chapter, turn them pages This the new rap kid, coming of age Back with a message I pack when I'm stepping I mac them elevens and do it while drippin' designer Dreamin' it lucid it's surely to find me Niggas behind me Talkin' they shit Throwin' they words and flippin they birds It's all in my mental These niggas absurd I heard that you niggas was lookin' around Universally I'm nothin' but sound Nothin' but facts Back it with the hard bars, lay it down Put it on tracks I pack it up and let it stack Makin' music, nigga this is a knack Niggas be rappin' according to status quo I be flowin', they rowin' the paddle boat I be going and going until I get gone And I'm smokin' these niggas all the way home Drip in Givenchy The pockets is plenty A hand full of commas and rubber bands I understand you niggas comin' to play Nigga not today we on the upper hand Yeah we on the upper hand Yeah we on the upper hand Yeah we on the upper hand Suge-o Suge-O Tha pain done dwindled away That shit got burnt with some arsenic I'm tryna coach for my team But I got cobras that's frenemies You think that phased me Hardly My family hard bodied Ridin' with this shit draggin' the flo Like we copped big Harleys Used to like them magnums 'Cause papa Then I found shottys But they took it soon as I had found it Prolly had bodies Broski serve that shit out of a Vic Look like the federalies Then he go hop in that El Roy Burn off like Hellboy Get all of my perks off Face card That's what you live for But you cannot swerve in this big body You a lil boy I smoke til I can't stress no more I lied because I stress some more I need some shit But I don't fein People take but don't leave a thing Now I'm cold like no heat up in the AMG Yes I'm a beast but I'm divine with my accuracy Fuck the love no wedding thing I'm selfish I hate splitting things But that E Class tinted do the trick for me Eyes closed Better keep yo eyes closed Wide open I swear I can't see a thing Eyes closed eyes closed Better keep yo eyes closed Wide open I swear I can't see a thing