Yeah, you know me Big Crooked
Skeme, right
I guess I'll just murder this sh*t real quick then
What up Ill Will
[Verse]
Look
Pimpin' ain't dead cause a n*gga still living
Sox gang bang b*tch and ain't never switch it
Ya man don't touch half the money I'm getting
I'm a stand up guy, but baby all my cars sitting
Move in slow motion off the potion I'm sipping
Double cup stuck, n*gga I ain't even tripping
Ice in my ears make it hard for me to listen
And you ain't gotta ask if I'm on, it's a given
Now where the bread at, better yet, where your head at
Money up n*gga, yea dat, act like I never said that
Smoking fire, stacks on too tall
Trying to find a b*tch with old money and new draws
Girl I'm a killer
Them other n*ggas buying, girl you're talking to the dealer
Dollar go-getter, wood gold realer
n*gga 8 shots fired split em up like Swishers
What it do, see they don't have a clue
She said she heard I was raw, I said that rumor is true
Sitting in the coupe, trying not to look cooped up
Ice cream paint, b*tches die to get scooped up
Shoutout big Dom, ho choose up
If you ain't with it b*tch, you can beat it, duece up
Money make a b*tch recognize
And if not, b*tch, get a better set of eyes
Fly like falcons and high like mountains
My cash stack stupid and we ain't even counting
Champagne on pour like a fountain
You know that Rosé is no less than two thousand
Sire(?) in this motherf*cker with me, too geeked
Got the squad blacked out, boy, too deep
Get your ass stomped trying to run up on me
Cause all my n*ggas on go and all my b*tches on E
Yeah, turn me up and turn me on
You know I'm in my zone, I got kush in my cologne
For LA I'm putting on, b*tch this where I belong
I be smoking on that strong, like my women to be grown
Flow so diesel, you are no equal
Number one gunner, other rappers just sequels
Pistols & Palm Trees, boy this here a prequel
Flying in sh*ttin' on them boys, seagulls
No redo, b*tch, you know we do
Hit a 3 like them Heat(?) do