Released on April 12, 2024

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[Intro]

(Greatestredefined? Who the fuck is that..)

(Sensei, what's good)


[Chorus]

Huh, I'm steppin' (Okay), in 11s (Uh-huh), Smith and Wesson (Uh-huh), get to testin' (Uh-huh)

And my plays going up, it's a blessing

All this cash coming in kinda cool to me

And my last check came in on a Saturday

Ain't it crazy, these hoes ain't believe

Told 'em five-hundred came, and they laughin' (Okay, what the fuck)

I be sticked up, I stay out the mix, shit get me mixed up

Pockets bloated as fuck, need some sit-ups

If you broke on yo' ass, better get up

Big ass gun in the back of thе pick-up

Wake up and cook 'til the sun down

When I'm sleeping, I'm tryna gеt my shit up

Young nigga ride 'round with a blick tucked

Burberry polo, I'm upping my fashion

I'm lovin' the rappin', hoes lovin' the cashin'

Can't focus right now, my soul up in the attic

They say it's gon' pay off, can't believe 'til it happen

Tote in my dreams, bro, I stay with the ratchet

Lil' bruh on the screen think his life cinematic

Damn near everything I say a caption

Damn near everything I say be factual

Why my plays going up? But like, actually

White [?] got me lookin' casual

I be ball-hoggin', Ion' be passin'

Rock too much designer, fit ain't even matching

Clutchin' that heat, bitch, I keep me a dragon

Ho on my Johnson, my nickname Magic

It's just business, windows tinted


[Verse]

Hop on beats and then rap 'til I'm finished

If it's [?], brother knowin' I'm wit' it

Posted up with lil' gang and I'm fitted

I want a Lamb' truck, fuck Honda Civic

Niggas hate fast and they won't admit shit

What you did, twin, I already did it (Like what)

Cash drive 'em nuts, make a bitch do a handstand

Young nigga stay makin' cash, I'm the band man

AP Skelly on me, feel like I'm Kankan

I was with brother, man, swervin' the van, man

Can't talk 'bout me, heard yo' pockets were Ant-Man

Can't talk 'bout me, heard yo' pockets unhealthy

These niggas hatin' and be secretly fan, man


[Chorus]

Huh, I'm steppin' (Okay), in 11s (Uh-huh), Smith and Wesson (Uh-huh), get to testin' (Uh-huh)

And my plays going up, it's a blessing

All this cash coming in kinda cool to me

And my last check came in on a Saturday

Ain't it crazy, these hoes ain't believe

Told 'em five-hundred came, and they laughin' (Okay, what the fuck)

I be sticked up, I stay out the mix, shit get me mixed up

Pockets bloated as fuck, need some sit-ups

If you broke on yo' ass, better get up

Big ass gun in the back of the pick-up

Wake up and cook 'til the sun down

When I'm sleeping, I'm tryna get my shit up

Young nigga ride 'round with a blick tucked

Burberry polo, I'm upping my fashion

I'm lovin' the rappin', hoes lovin' the cashin'

Can't focus right now, my soul up in the attic

They say it's gon' pay off, can't believe 'til it happen

Tote in my dreams, bro, I stay with the ratchet

Lil' bruh on the screen think his life cinematic

Damn near everything I say a caption

Damn near everything I say be factual

Why my plays going up? But like, actually

White [?] got me lookin' casual

I be ball-hoggin', Ion' be passin'

Rock too much designer, fit ain't even matching

Clutchin' that heat, bitch, I keep me a dragon

Ho on my Johnson, my nickname Magic

It's just business, windows tinted