Uhh
Slab E.N,T, boy!
Yeah
Chip Tha Rip
Mmhmm
b*tch I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless
Ain't sh*t you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead n*gga's still gon' bump that Chip sh*t
Coke white escalade on 6's for you dipsh*ts
So you won't forget this, midwest n*gga be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless
And my closet's like a store b*tch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store b*tch
It's fresher than your whole clique
G shock over D.C. grindin' everytime you see me
Hum louis Vuitton complete me
Now r.i.p. to ant while I'm out here stuntin with keke
I be ridin' super tint
I'm a ghost you never see me
Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rollin up, I'm lookin down
Chip in the house, ya'll stop ya breathin
I'm a superhero, like hanc*ck to cleveland (n*gga)
Hell yea, that n*gguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
b*tch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
b*tch, I feel good
n*gga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sl*ts? I'm drunk, what
b*tch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly n*gguh doin' everything you would if you could
b*tch, I feel good
Don't I look tremdous?
Damn I feel so splendid
I walk up in yo shindig
Higher than the o-zone, damn I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Pack a bape jacket for the winter polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna f*ck with me then you better have some bros hun
I f*ck wit them OG's, I'm probably stuntin with yo fathaaa
Problem is you don't want it, nada
My n*gguh's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctaaas
And I rep my city proper
Probably catch me rockin' prada, hoppin off a helicoptaaa
In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizit
n*gga we gettin hizigh
Uh, lookin for izigh, yeah here I go
The n*gga who get your income tax every show (lets go)
Hell yea, that n*gguh shine all the time but look at him you can tell he from the hood
b*tch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts and I'm feelin like I should
b*tch, I feel good
n*gga where the liquor? Where the cups? Where the ladies, where the sl*ts? I'm drunk, what
b*tch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly n*gguh doin' everything you would if you could
b*tch, I feel good