Pistol grip long, for my leather all times
I f*ck b*tches with that magnum, f*ck this game with one run
I’m what these ladies love, plus I stay up in the street
Know I’m riding with some thugs, you talk sh*t, the talk is cheap
Got these b*tches bringing pesos, they love to see me shock
Wash my hands on the curve, now I’m covering up my doubts
A young bg, a hot boy, I changed the grind and my ...team
And now these labels wanan sign me
I be like maine, watch the sh*t change
Been tryina get some money since whole city was a thing
I came from the harlem tryina hop a better way
So all you whacked ass rappers stay the f*ck about my lane
I’m holling out maine
Oh look, I think I’m putting much green in my cup
Ok, I’m coming down and pouring up
Sticking bick up in the...rest in peace to...
We don’t give a f*ck
You think ... change you, but I know it’s enough said
...you don’t have a man
You think ... change you, but I know it’s enough said
...you don’t have a man
Pull up, hop out, chain on poppy sh*t
Kush blowing, tats showing, heavy on my Compton sh*t
Central laugh, contraband, playing like it’s show time
Cop the sh*t, box the sh*t, and have it out in no time
My hoes fine, yes they is, politicking presidents
Killing pussies, killing sh*t, never leaving, never diss
Thugging with some elegance
Get money...success is the cycle, so my whole squad pedaling heavy as the metal is, establishing relevance
I gotta admit we do our thang for some ghetto kids
It’s that ghetto feel, high as my b*tch stiletto heel
Skeme I be on your level as soon as I pop my little pill
Now it’s on, we’re from here to song
n*gga on the charge but he still can get them zones
Catch me in the cut, don’t be hitting up my phone
The sh*t just might be bugged, volvo
You think ... change you, but I know it’s enough said
...you don’t have a man
You think ... change you, but I know it’s enough said
...you don’t have a man
Ok, keeping my cup in my hand and my b*tch in my left
And I’m riding with working and a bag and I’m chasing the stacks
n*gga just spitting the facts, man all of you n*ggas is whack
Got finger for paper like sure that they coming
I hop bout my ... hop in the booth, you can’t copy the truth
If I get on that just you n*ggas is dumb
Players wanna play, ballers wanna ball
Sure I got my own, b*tch I want it all
3 phones on me, I answer when money call
If I had a hunned magnums, I still wouldn't f*ck with y'all
You think ... change you, but I know it’s enough said
...you don’t have a man
You think ... change you, but I know it’s enough said
...you don’t have a man