Released on March 11, 2015

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[Intro]

Blood, riddim

No on the corner have swagger like us

Hit me on my burner, prepaid wireless


[Hook 1]

Used to dial my number every single day of summer

Now she can’t call ‘cause that number was a burner

Now she can’t call ‘cause that number was a burner

Now she can’t call ‘cause that number was a burner, man


[Hook 2]

No on the corner have swagger like us

Hit me on my burner, prepaid wireless

We pack and deliver like UPS trucks

Already going hard, just pumping that gas, man X2


[Verse 1]

Ay, and this one for my niggas

Phone blowing up, I cook that heat up in the winter

Young chef; got my wrist in rotation

Repping OKC; my wrist spin like a tornado, uh

Chilly chill, my game like a blizzard

My niggas real, yours more like fiction

Lifted on palm trees, faded off the liquor

A lot of bills passed, look how hard I’ve been whipping, uh

Getting C.R.E.A.M. as fast as I spend it

In your dreams; I was far from a legend

Killers kill, riders ride

Neck looking the 4th of July, bitch!


[Hook 1 & 2]


[Verse 2]

So official, blow the whistle

Flow special, New York Intellectual

Ask the Saudi’s whipping Audi, Ferrari, Bugatti

If they went to college, probably, nigga I doubt it

It’s a system, everybody listen, just me and nothing else

Nigga pay attention, nigga act up, put nigga in detention

Nigga don’t front, your girl is my best friend

Niggas from the west end, living on the east coast

Niggas seeing palm trees, niggas only 2-3

Bout to reach a level where I can pay myself, uh, so disgusting

That’s why your bae wanna touch me, I don’t pay her no mind

Just stay on my grind, she can kiss the ring and nothing else

Cause I’m a star; I got to shine, yeah


[Hook 1 & 2]


[Break]

One beef, one pork, one chicken

Niggas trying to stop me, but I’m on a money mission

One beef, one pork, one chicken

Niggas trying to stop me, but I’m on a money mission, man