[Intro]

See its brackets

Them hoes ain't bothering you cuz you ain't in

That bracket

Learn life, its levels to this young boy

Ay O you feel

Me

[Hook]

Lil sucka we don't rock the same clothes, fresh the same

Hoes

Cuz its levels to this

Lil sucka we don't drive the same whips, we

Don't fresh the same chicks

Cuz its levels to this

Lil sucka we don't get

The same paper, you a hata

Boy its levels to this

Lil sucka cuz its levels

To this

Lil sucka cuz its levels to this

Oh lord

[Verse 1]

Cuz

Its levels to this, levels to this

Can't fresh my ho cuz its levels to

This

And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this

And a Birkin bag like a

Gold medal to this

And I'm heavy as it get

Shining like a bezel on my

Wrist

All my suckas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch

30 grand for the

Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist

Cocaine Mulsanne, young sucka blowing up -

Kurt Cobain

Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne

And this 458 don't do the

Lil lane - vroom

Swerve on 'em, suckas gotta nerve on 'em

Cuz I heard the

Feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em

But a sucka back home and now

Suckas roll wit him

Caught a case what you think, sucka told on 'em

I

Ain't get my shit snatched yet

You ain't get your crap back yet

One call

Suckas aim that tech

Blood drawn, headshot sucka brains on step

Hot crap

If you pop

And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got crap

We young

Suckas, we winning I pull up, drop

Mob crap, with more keys than a

Locksmith

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Damn Tommy you ain't got no

Job

DC, we the freshin' mob

Young sucka getting straight to the

Money

In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh

I make them power

Moves with Jay and them

Them boys shooting don't play with them

Maybach

Rozay and them

Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them

Compound

Suckas live now

If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now

I call

Up Odyssey tell them to calm down

I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm

Flying around

And I don't act like with no suckas

If they don't act like a

Baby with my suckas

And I ain't freshing no babies

If they freshing my

Niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

One time for the real

Two times

For the bad bitches

Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes

Cuz y'all suckas never

Had

I hit the dealer bought another Rolls

That's the reason why you

Mad

That's the reason why you hating on me

I love balling, my bad

Cuz

Its levels to this

Levels to this

Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this

Bitch

Cuz its levels to this

And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this

Bitch

Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up

[Hook]