Put some respect on the brand
Put some respect on the way I be blessing your hand
Run through the spot with a Lam
Shooter be tweaking I told him stop taking them xans
Fuck is you saying
I don't be talking to people unless it's goin make me a M
BTO ran up a ticket
They probably ain't know
We was scraping them pots and them pans
Still having motion
Walk I'm the section the Cuban so big that shit cause a commotion
Sipping on potion
They let me in with the stick,
When we came it was deep like the ocean
Racks in December.
Niggas don't went out of business but we finna trap through the winter
She wake up and go do her make up
To go take a picture with all of my whips in the morning
Nobody talk about numbers that shit kinda crazy.
Fuck about talent
Every time we bring the Bentleys out niggas get quick to start hating
Upping the ratings
I be somewhere in Miami with all of the Rasta Jamaicans
When we did a show, get a bag on the road,
She keep pulling my jewelry, she keep tryna take it
Pour up a four then I enter the party
Christan Dior through the door go retarded
Stepping on necks, I ain't try to, I'm sorry
I don't do talking, I get straight to spinning
They put a bounty on me cause I'm winning
I stood up and told all my teachers I'm different
And they told my people, I'm bad, I don't listen.
I'm all in the trap moving weight like I'm benching
I'm all in they chat but I'm not in the mention
I keep on pouring up dirty,
Shit kinda early,
They call me top of the morning
She want a Birkin I asked if she think she deserve it,
I'm switching the lanes in the foreign.
Most of you niggas be wolfing all over the media,
But don't get to what's really important
They let him out in a week and he said he ain't tell,
But we know you really informing
I'm switching the plot
Every time I hit a function, I go home and switch out he drop
They asking who did it
Every time we get to spinning we go home and switch out the Glock
Pass me the mop
Nobody put in more hours than me just to switch out the plot.
I put that hoe on a plane, took her out to LA
Cause I needed to switch out the box
Racks on designer
Maybach it feel like a rocket and all of the seats got recliners
All of my niggas we grew up
We came from that struggle so you know we tight like Wakanda
No I ain't sorry
Momma put up in a crib while a young nigga hopping out rari's
Perfect attendance the ballers they all I'm the room ...
Pour up a four then I enter the party
Christan Dior through the door go retarded
Stepping on necks, I ain't try to, I'm sorry
I don't do talking, I get straight to spinning
They put a bounty on me cause I'm winning
I stood up and told all my teachers I'm different
And they told my people, I'm bad, I don't listen
I'm all in the trap moving weight like I'm benching
I'm all in they chat but I'm not in the mention