MSG lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
(Don't you know you won the lotto?)
Yeah
Step back on her, I'm like
(Damn, JakeSand)
Quick to step back on 'em
Boy

[Chorus]
Auto start the whip, let's get the day started
I might step back on a b*tch, I'm like James Harden
n*ggas can't check me, I'm like Curry playin' at the Garden
Bro in the paint, throwin' n*ggas 'bows, he like Ben Wallace
We left a hole inside the street, live in the club
Had to stab off from that b*tch, you know we f*cked that b*tch up
Think I'm trippin'? She ain't tryna f*ck with me, these hoes dumb
I know she gon' suck my di*k, she see me post this hundred plus (Boy)

[Verse]
Neck bustin', she like, "Can I wear the chain?"
Her neck bustin', I'm like, "Can I get some brain?"
Probably never met no real n*gga like me, her ex a lame
It's just me and Boomin, trappin', we'll probably pull up on your baby
You probably never fool a bad b*tch out the state
You ain't never hit the trap just to make sure the bills was paid
My n*ggas dogs, you play with us, you whip your ass like Johnny Cage
Real dogs, why you think half of my n*ggas in the cage? Yeah
My hair look nappy but my b*tch look good
And the bankroll on fleek, this b*tch make me good
I really lived inside the trenches, you only visited the hood
I let her pull up to the trap, she seen that chopper with the 'Wood
You know my n*ggas dangerous, our chains still swangin' and sh*t
You know that switch out of control, I can't barely tame that b*tch
I can't f*ck no basic hoes, I done dogged a famous b*tch
The type of hoes that you'll pay to be around I wouldn't kiss (I wouldn't kiss)
Back to that money, that's my favorite topic
We put a button on back the gun, that's my favorite [?]
I wasn't even rappin' yet, the hood was hot as lava (Yeah)
sh*t, we was still posted, hangin' with them guns, n*gga, ask my mama
That money callin', you know me, I'm on my way to it
Spendin' that paper, how I get it, they like, "What he doin'?"
[?] got a drum, like JakeSand, I make the beat to it (I make the beat)
Go grab your gun and your mask, this that street music
You play around, you gon' catch a head tap, we gon' pull off
They like, "GlockBoy, what you chargin' for the verse? I want a brick of dog"
They said my n*ggas ain't on sh*t, I told 'em, "Ask your dog"
That fully Glock ran out of rounds, [?] chop involved
We always pole clutchin', never lackin'
My lil' cousin' ran up on me like ain't that Louis on your jacket?
This life sh*t so crazy, n*ggas die, we be laughin'
She walked past me and that ass kind of fat, I'd probably grab it
n*gga, yeah
[Chorus]
Auto start the whip, let's get the day started
I might step back on a b*tch, I'm like James Harden
n*ggas can't check me, I'm like Curry playin' at the Garden
Bro in the paint, throwin' n*ggas 'bows, he like Ben Wallace
We left a hole inside the street, live in the club
Had to stab off from that b*tch, you know we f*cked that b*tch up
Think I'm trippin'? She ain't tryna f*ck with me, these hoes dumb
I know she gon' suck my di*k, she see me post this hundred plus