[Intro]

[Verse 1: Lil Kilo]

Got gold medals and trophies, my olympic bitches love me

Never let a hoe nigga get to shovin' or leather glovin'

Bitches lovin' the kid, like they michaael jackson touchin'

Chicken heads cluckin', dick suckin', and they ain't soviet rushin'

Know ya self, know ya worth, no wealth, I know it hurts

Gucci belt to match my shirt, PJ pilot Captain Kirk

If you ain't HBE or dont fuck with me dont you wear the merch

Unless you paid for it with money or a body in a hearse

Niggas sellin' new york knicks, brooklyn nets worth ain't shit

I hit the lottery, so like the Cavs gimme first pick

Quick, like D Wayde in the air waitin' for an assist

Could pull ya bitch with the flick of a wrist, my nigga what dont you get?

Forget. gucci, louis, fendi, versace, my belt orion

If you understand, 10-4, copy, then why tf you cryin?

Cause you been lyin', tryin', but pussy ain't dyin'

Afterwards ya bitch sighin', textin' me videos, she glidin'

They say my mixtape like freebase, no dos chainz

No china man take out, but my names out, and its LO mane

Gasoline flow, so you know that money my propane

Spit cocaine, they over dosing, and I got rabid bitches foaming

I heard niggas stepping up, I decided to as well, fuck a chill

Me and my niggas takin everything, even money outta well

Even though our pj high as fuck, Ive had dreams that we fell

Spittin' hot shit what the hell, cause you old niggas burnt out like a grill

Im on these niggas top like old man over combing

Been getting buzz before I started honey combing

Somethings got let up, like me smoking that potent

Or ya hands, when I say gimme bands, or Imma let fire open

Amateur to the game, but dont you provoke me

Flow so dope, sniff ya speakers , youll be cokin'

Niggas claimin' they gettin' dough, but broke, they must be jokin'

This shit for me ain't nothin' even though I turnt it to somethin'