Yo
Yo, what's the time bro?
4 a.m.? Shit
We're in Paris though (Haa)
Yeah
4 a.m. In Paris
Mic check, Look
I'm dead right you're dead wrong like that Biggie song
Ain't a White boy nicer since the one who jumped on Biggie's song
I'm tryna cop the bentayga spittin' since the Sega
Sonically I'm Alpha, you boys come in Omega
Table full of champs like we chill with Noreaga
I'm a capo aim at your bean never hit the rim
Where were you when I was shooting in the gym?
Do me a favour these rhymes schemes full of flavour soak it in
I'm tryna let the whole team get a piece of the pie
3 14's add 2 and I'm letting 'em fly
We're too high to keep our ten toes down, so I copped ten crowns
If you last ten rounds then Imma put the dog down
Damien flow
They scream Oh Man (Omen) 'cuz your boy be aiming at throats
I came for the G.O.A.T's
On a grass diet I ain't looking for votes
This that uncut raw you can cop off the boat
Papi, I gotta try new angles like Illuminati
A couple Aces from the Hood copped some new Bugattis
I ain't motivated by whips and chains
If you press the wrong buttons then I'm catching bodies
You can tell by this verse this is not a hobby
I'm a Hitman, holla if you need it done
Imma fill your soul with sins like a pregnant nun
I'm spazzing like JID on 151
Run Ricky run
Run Ricky run or get caught in that crossfire
Run Ricky run
Run Ricky run or get caught in that crossfire
Gass Diet
This verse right here is Top Tier man
Pen game is Top Tier
But you already knew that right?
4 a.m. In Paris
I got my broskis with me
Trikko, Warburton drip high fashion shit
It's them 30V Boyz