You want the attention, so fuck it (Fuck it)
I'm bringin' the smoke, lil nigga (Yuh)
This DDG pack that I'm smokin' (Smokin')
It got me moonwalkin' on niggas (Rah)
This .45 I'm totin', it's loaded (Loaded)
So we is not arguin', nigga (Nah)
Oh, for real?
I told him to pull up, he sat back and read it
He cuffin' these thots, boy, you know you regret it
No time for no tweetin', we won't even message
Got smoke in the air and I can't wait to un-let it
And you knew the killer, how the fuck you ain't ride?
You touch one of mine, I'm-a spray for the guys
This DDG pack for all of my guys, this DDG pack for all of my guys
2 or 3 hoes, stuff 'em in the Lamborghini (In the Lamborghini)
(Yeah)
I'm ridin' round New York with a chopper right beneath me
Real rockstar, yeah, you niggas wanna be me
His bitch just called, said she can't wait to see me (See me)
(Yeah)
He really fell in love with Rubi, she a treesh
(Streets)
Niggas start talkin' when they get a deal
Go check the stats, man, I been had a mill
My net worth so high, my shit sit on the Hills
You niggas fell off, we don't care what you bought
He all on the 'Gram tryna flex with a watch
Shots are direct, so we make sure you drop
Niggas be broke, all they can do is talk
Fredo like Kobe, I'm Shaq with block
[?] Givenchy, he made your shit pop
No time to waste, so don't DM the box
She tried to kiss me, not lovin' no thot
Don't cuddle no bitch, I cuddle my Glock
Oh, for real?
I told him to pull up, he sat back and read it
He cuffin' these thots, boy, you know you regret it
No time for no tweetin', we won't even message
Got smoke in the air and I can't wait to un-let it
And you knew the killer, how the fuck you ain't ride?
You touch one of mine, I'm-a spray for the guys
This DDG pack for all of my guys
I went to your hood, shot a vid on your block (All of my guys), aye
I asked if they knew you
Them niggas ain't know you, I guess they forgot (all of my guys), aye
Ashley a hoe
That bitch for the streets,
She only good for the top (All of my guys), aye
The fuck is a Dub?
I went to the store and spent that on my socks (All of my guys), aye
Nigga don't play
I'll come to L.A and I'm spinnin' the block with (All of my guys)
(All of my guys)
(All of my guys)
Oh, for real?
He disrespect and get hit with the steel
Not sparin' niggas, so fuck how you feel
They screamin' "It's beef", put him straight on a grill
We came from the bottom while niggas be talkin'
I see why they mad, 'cause we up and we poppin'
Flew to New York for a bag to go shoppin'
Smokin' these niggas, that shit just like broccoli
Stay with my niggas, I know they gon' ride with me
Ballin' on niggas, this shit like a hobby
Just like a picture, he said he gon' crop me
If I come to L.A, tell me who gonna stop me
Oh, for real?