Okay Oh it's... that's Dior I like that Oh yea, we back It's... ya boy Silky Caesar Got a gold rope around my neck Make me think about Nipsey Got some real niggas coming at you man You ain't never heard nothing like this Dallas ain't never gave you nothing like this Some real shit You know it's ya boy Bringing you new sounds, new grooves, new moves You know, something ya'll can vibe to Something ya'll can ride to You know smoke to You know, or chill with a bish I think I need that Mustang 5.0 Daytons on the rims like five years old Green leather Gucci suede robe Nigga you see the shit that I'm on What's around my neck that's pure gold Grandma blessed me with it I can't fold Damn I love her with my whole soul The game is to be sold not told Look at my bitch She lookin' rich, thick Lookin real fast Look at that ass, sick Look at my niggas Money in they pockets, rich Look at they brain Look at they knowledge, rich (Yea, alright) (Yea, alright) (Yea, alright) (Yea, alright) (Yea) I will never be rude (I will never be rude to you)