Yeah, yeah
Told that nigga to stop on callin' me
I can't do it, I love her,
I ain't doin' no apology
Got more money in my pocket that a lot of
I got so much money,
I can switch up the accountant
God been with me the whole time
Y'all nig—, y'all niggas be cappin', boy
All them lame ass, you know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'?
And these niggas hatin' on me and my nigga
but it don't matter 'cause out here, yeah
Yeah, yeah
It get messy, call my bestie, diamonds Wesley
Niggas hatin' on my phone, they gettin' pissy
I be swingin' with that pole, they think I'm zesty
I just passed to all my niggas like I'm Messi
Lil' nigga, that's us, don't act too tough
Fuck around, get bust, fuck around, get punched
Give me his lunch, say, "Give me that lunch"
I ain't talkin' Nike,
tell her nigga come and check me
Got a couple thousand,
see it hangin' from my neck piece
Ha, she gon' do it for the checky
When it come to me,
she gon' try to give me back-seats
Give me that, yeah, uh, give me that, yeah-yeah
Give me that top, okay, got me lookin' like Pac
Okay, I ain't sippin' no Rob'
Arms swole, got me lookin' like Rock
Okay, nigga, pay me that rock
Okay, niggas know that I'm hot
Haven't told her I'm an angel, huh,
I ain't with the demons (No)
Paul Walker, all my niggas, they be speedin'
Crackhead, all these niggas do is feinin'
Nigga think he beatin' me,
he must be dreamin', yeah
Push the SRT, the oil started leakin', yeah
I just made half a million off of speakin', yeah
I just spent in half a milli',
I be tweakin', yeah
Shawty keep on hittin' my phone,
that shit be beepin’
Don't try me, you get shot
Took momma to Mercedes
and we copped it off the lot
I told you I'm not fightin',
if you see, you get popped
The errand that you,
now it's lookin' like some Crocs
I told you I don't stop
These past months
I've been goin' through alot
But I know that God gon' save me
from the devil plot
Why you in the kitchen
if you know it's gettin' hot?
And if the paper gettin' low, I scrap the—