[Intro]
“H-Hol’ up, Spiffy on this motherfu-!”
[Verse 1]
Tunnel vision, I don’t see no opponents
Money, Power, Respect, like I was Tony
In Ruth’s Chris eating lots of macaroni
Still ain’t funny, nigga
I ain’t with the joning
I ain’t had no [?], had to hang on the corner
Block too hot, I ain’t talking about summer
Niggas ain’t real no more, no wonder
They tryna be us, stupid
Better join us
I was just broke now I’m rocking 40 pointers
Saving my size at Louis, got appointments
Knock it out the park when I hit that pussy
I’m riding around listening to Lil Boosie
Hit ’em in the back, the chopper masseuse him
[?] in the morning like roosters
Niggas don’t trap or rob and they ain’t got no job, so niggas gon’ turn into boosters
[Verse 2]
Started in the trap and I knew I would make it
Niggas been pussy, ain’t new to the hating
He think he a bully but I got some bullets
Thanking Allah that I made it out juggin’
Thought I would fall off, I’m busting their bubble
If I ain’t know nothing I know how to hustle
All of my cars fast, burning out rubber
I must’ve been high if I told her I loved her
I want to feel it, I took off the rubber
I know I’m filthy, I came out the gutter
Too many whips, I don’t know, I’ma shuffle
[?], they had took something from me
Trapping off Candler, I get that [?] bunking
Get on a plane, they coming
Fuck is the law when you used to have nothing
[Verse 3]
She gon’ throw it back on a Thursday
On a Wednesday I be crushing
I done seen too much, did too much, no matter what I can’t trust ’em
All I hear is gunshots
I cannot sleep
I’m on the narcs
I was tryna steal, got locked
Now I just filled up my whole shopping cart
Plain Jane, that’s a [?]
Rocking Cartier with a broken heart
200 on me
Nigga, I don’t trust nobody
I’m ready for war
Baby mama tried to take my child, still want money, got to take me to court
Sit back, roll a fat blunt, thank God every time I look at the poor
Goddamn, could’ve been fucked up, nigga
In the streets and they thinking I’m locked up
I got the juice, I’m a a goose
Duck duck
Mixing designer, it look like a fruit cup
They was too small, I couldn’t even tie my shoes up
Now in Christian Dior, hallelujah
Old money, I could fuck on a cougar
Step from ’round, you ain’t real, you an intruder
I ain’t pass it, I was thinking ’bout the future
I was splashing in [?]
I was bagging up and shopping with boosters
From the apartments, this shit is ruthless
These niggas be hoes, they acting like groupies
All that capping, I ain’t know what the truth is
I met the truck back and recoup it
Tell you I ain’t did what, is you stupid?