​iPhone X lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Verse]
When Lil Jerry had the Marauder, I had fifteen dollars
A glass jar and an eight ball of powder
Now I carry 'round dubs like the sh*t ain't a problem
I got clio in Toledo, I'll be there in an hour
Certified in the streets, I done ran with some dogs
Valet park at the 'Set, draggin' bags out the mall
If you here, then it's cheap, I need gas if you far
But when I say I got gas, I don't mean I gotta fart
Used to ride an oldie, rims spin when I park
To jumpin' out a Benz, shirt Given' with the stars
Or Given' with the dog, tune in when I talk
I'm too motherf*ckin' fresh, I can't blend in with y'all
Used to snatch Cartis, now I snatch tags off before the party
Thousand-dollar jeans, these ain't Ed Hardys
Twenty-five hundred for the sneakers, that's a pair of Cartis
Still gon' have a hundred on in jewelry when I turn forty
Lookin' for me, n*gga, then you know just where I'm at
Tell my life story, I don't know if I can rap
Silver spoon n*ggas, you don't know about the trap
Real plug, get back on me when you finished with the pack
b*tch walk in the crib, make her turn her phone in
All these blues on me like I'm turnin' phones in
She ain't tryna f*ck me, then she goin' home then
Streets so motherf*ckin' cold, I don't trust my own mans
Had the Benz truck and then I did the 550
n*gga, ask your ho about it, she was catchin' rides with me
Drink a four, pop a Perc', that sh*t got my hands itchin'
Hit the town, make a swap, ridin' back with bands with me
Fool in the kitchen, turn a split into an eighth
Bustin' down bales, let the worker keep the shake
Dropped so many motherf*ckin' pounds, I'm in shape
Boy, don't call my line if it ain't involvin' cake
di*kies on, stack season, feelin' like I'm Pay
Ball so f*ckin' hard, they can't guard me in the paint
Free my real n*ggas on the yard with them shanks
Gotta keep that tool on you in the garden with them snakes
I ain't buyin' another f*ckin' car 'less it's a Wraith
Stars in the ceiling, feeling like I'm outer space
Shiny Moncler, Rollie on like I'm Mase
n*ggas di*k handle, only thing we handle is this pape'
All we got is money on the schedule, ballin' on another level, n*gga
Welcome to Ghetto Boy records, n*gga
Go to war about this money, it's whatever, n*gga
Paid an extra couple for the whip 'cause it got leather in it
If I up this b*tch, you better not move, don't get clever, n*gga
Lay your ass down underground with the devil, n*gga
I ain't pass my test in high school, but bought a Tesla, n*gga
Gucci man-bag on my shoulder with a tester in it
Dropped another chain, boy, I know you feel the pressure, n*gga
In and out of Golden Sun, ain't talkin' 'bout the weather, n*gga
We might got the same f*ckin' watch, but I look better in it
We might got the same f*ckin' whip, but I look better in it
Ain't go to court this morning, now I got a warrant
Just left the dealership, I got another foreign
Ballin' like the Knicks from all these blues and oranges
You ain't in the mix, b*tch, you ain't important
Bought a whole thing and cooked half of it
Took the other half to the O, I think the Cavs want it
Dropped a four way inside the water, put a bath on it
Every time that bag touch down, I spend my last on it
[Outro]
Hah, ayy
I'm peepin' you n*ggas out there ridin' my motherf*ckin' wave, n*gga
Talkin' 'bout no hook this, no hook that, n*gga
I started this sh*t, n*gga
You hear me?
Who the f*ck talkin' like this, n*gga?
Y'all can't f*ck with me, n*gga
Ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave
(David Wesson)