[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, ayy

[Verse]

When Lil Jerry had the Marauder, I had fifteen dollars

A glass jar and an eight ball of powder

Now I carry 'round dubs like the shit ain't a problem

I got clio in Toledo, I'll be there in an hour

Certified in the streets, I done ran with some dogs

Valet park at the 'Set, draggin' bags out the mall

If you here, then it's cheap, I need gas if you far

But when I say I got gas, I don't mean I gotta fart

Used to ride an oldie, rims spin when I park

To jumpin' out a Benz, shirt Given' with the stars

Or Given' with the dog, tune in when I talk

I'm too motherfuckin' fresh, I can't blend in with y'all

Used to snatch Cartis, now I snatch tags off before the party

Thousand-dollar jeans, these ain't Ed Hardys

Twenty-five hundred for the sneakers, that's a pair of Cartis

Still gon' have a hundred on in jewelry when I turn forty

Lookin' for me, nigga, then you know just where I'm at

Tell my life story, I don't know if I can rap

Silver spoon niggas, you don't know about the trap

Real plug, get back on me when you finished with the pack

Bitch walk in the crib, make her turn her phone in

All these blues on me like I'm turnin' phones in

She ain't tryna fuck me, then she goin' home then

Streets so motherfuckin' cold, I don't trust my own mans

Had the Benz truck and then I did the 550

Nigga, ask your ho about it, she was catchin' rides with me

Drink a four, pop a Perc', that shit got my hands itchin'

Hit the town, make a swap, ridin' back with bands with me

Fool in the kitchen, turn a split into an eighth

Bustin' down bales, let the worker keep the shake

Dropped so many motherfuckin' pounds, I'm in shape

Boy, don't call my line if it ain't involvin' cake

Dickies on, stack season, feelin' like I'm Pay

Ball so fuckin' hard, they can't guard me in the paint

Free my real niggas on the yard with them shanks

Gotta keep that tool on you in the garden with them snakes

I ain't buyin' another fuckin' car 'less it's a Wraith

Stars in the ceiling, feeling like I'm outer space

Shiny Moncler, Rollie on like I'm Mase

Niggas dick handle, only thing we handle is this pape'

All we got is money on the schedule, ballin' on another level, nigga

Welcome to Ghetto Boy records, nigga

Go to war about this money, it's whatever, nigga

Paid an extra couple for the whip 'cause it got leather in it

If I up this bitch, you better not move, don't get clever, nigga

Lay your ass down underground with the devil, nigga

I ain't pass my test in high school, but bought a Tesla, nigga

Gucci man-bag on my shoulder with a tester in it

Dropped another chain, boy, I know you feel the pressure, nigga

In and out of Golden Sun, ain't talkin' 'bout the weather, nigga

We might got the same fuckin' watch, but I look better in it

We might got the same fuckin' whip, but I look better in it

Ain't go to court this morning, now I got a warrant

Just left the dealership, I got another foreign

Ballin' like the Knicks from all these blues and oranges

You ain't in the mix, bitch, you ain't important

Bought a whole thing and cooked half of it

Took the other half to the O, I think the Cavs want it

Dropped a four way inside the water, put a bath on it

Every time that bag touch down, I spend my last on it

[Outro]

Hah, ayy

I'm peepin' you niggas out there ridin' my motherfuckin' wave, nigga

Talkin' 'bout no hook this, no hook that, nigga

I started this shit, nigga

You hear me?

Who the fuck talkin' like this, nigga?

Y'all can't fuck with me, nigga

Ayy

Let the beat ride out, Dave

(David Wesson)