[Part I]
[Intro]
It’s the dawg
[Verse]
Count that shit up for the fun through that dope hole ima’ thump
Papi a product of the slums bitch I’m him not one of them
Come to the side window bitch we got pressure
Pop perk back to back, ima’ go like Heath Ledger
When they talk about pap they gon’ say “He a legend”
Nigga play with this shit watch how fast we steppin’
I’m pouring that shit up like Nutty Professor
These niggas on the net move around like detectives
You’ll get stood over I’m not with the extras
Auntie praying to god shе hope I bless her
I mix a lot thеn grab my weapon
I hit it twice I’m a real deal stretcher he got hit in his face board day with that metal
It can go how it go nigga I’m with whatever
Why these niggas acting like they from the section?
I’m really toting that shit I’ll blow that switch leave a nigga on a stretcher
I use to wear, balmian jeans, Versace belts & Giuseppe‘s
Now I pull up Amiri slim I’m coming trim watch where you stepping
You niggas paying for protection
You gon’ have to shoot ‘cause I’m not taking off my necklace
I ran my movie on them niggas they put my name all in the credits
Niggas a knock your fucking face off before you think we finna dead it
Lil’ bro jump out the trunk with that Lil Pump that little nigga streaming “Esskeetit”
Lil’ bro crazy they say I made it but I’ve spending all my time in the dope hole lately
Nigga you know it’s still fuck you pay me
He took flight soon as you the pavement
Little bro took a watch and a brand new Benz
It’s long live the guys and free all the men
When he see my face he know what it is i’mma let this bitch off he can go in the wind
Call the doctor I need a new prescription spent 9,000 on that house and 50,000 on the kitchen
Make lil’ bro do him I call him Druski that lil’ nigga gon’ stand on business
A 50 stick with a button on the back you better shoot until it’s empty
I ain’t signing to no nigga for no watch and no necklace
I drop so much of that shit these niggas think I don’t know how to measure
My niggas move like the mob and casino leave yo’ ass in the desert
I love auntie like my baby, I let her grab one on credit if you ain’t mean it why you said it?
You play with that shit and get behead it brought daylight just to send a message
I drunk a four with ESG as soon as I landed down in Texas top dawg real living legend
You don’t like it but you gon’ respect it I got it on me he ain’t expect it
I up I shoot I don’t ask questions in that kitchen no half steppin’
Auntie ask “Can she have extras” feed her a P she lab testing
I rolled a spliff out my last seven she said “It’s good” but she had better
You know papi a straight cash fella we the mob but we bad fellas
Play with that money learn a fast lesson count up blues back to back
I drop a deuce then get in my mood these niggas act crazy off the yak
Got lil’ cuz with me i pull up 560 you know I’m sitting in the back
BBL inside my Amiri’s bitch these mother fuckers fat, huh
[Part II]
[Verse]
I dropped 60,000 dollars on my wrist that nigga sitting home alone he stressed out crazy about that bitch
When I’m in Paris I drop my thumb it’s me and pint with that switch
These niggas be talking crazy on interviews we’ll make it some that don’t exist
I poured to much of that tris fuck ‘round argue with my bitch
Paid, 1,300 for my Amiri’s another 1250 for my wrist
The way I’m blowing that bag need to be steady nigga I’m putting on that shit
And when you jump in the booth tell the truth and let them know you been on my dick
I think these niggas doing sniff if I get caught I plead the fifth
He lost his shit and ain’t seen him since his hoe wanna fuck I could read her lips
She put 10,000 in my hand all blues cause she like to keep it slim
That bitch did that cause I’m fucking her right nigga I ain’t no motha fucking pimp