[Chorus]
Drippin' designer, that's foreign fashion
Y'all n*ggas lit, you really have it
Rick jeans, I could kill that[?]
Eating crab that's Sebastian
I remember used to eat at the Zaxby's
You the type the n*gga
To get robbed in the alleys
Can't just drop the rack and battle this
Winner team gon' put up a tally
Couple hoes still rocking to Sally's
Plenty n*ggas hit that, never come past me
Check the scoreboard, n*gga
Pack that sh*t up
And wait for y'all to deliver it
I get the money and ball with my n*ggas
Trap zone, n*gga, look at these figures
f*ck this sh*t up
No, i don't need no pencil
[Verse 1]
I get the racks, i double it
Can't do business with n*ggas, they counterfeit
These be falling, tumblin'
And my young n*ggas they be jumping for shows
Loose screws, leave a boy in the cold
Lying n*gga he be breaking the code
Real boss never sold my soul
Still bossin' count guap like a hobby
And i keep my tommy
They can't find me
Boy can't get 'bout me
Say that he won't try me
Don't try no tommy
Give your hoe a new Ricky
Lil hoe wet, she Misty
Cough up at your city
Hoe i get no kickin'
[Chorus]
Drippin' designer, that's foreign fashion
Y'all n*ggas lit, you really have it
Rick jeans, I could kill that[?]
Eating crab that's Sebastian
I remember used to eat at the Zaxby's
You the type the n*gga
To get robbed in the alleys
Can't just drop the rack and battle this
Winner team gon' put up a tally
Couple hoes still rocking to Sally's
Plenty n*ggas hit that, never come past me
Check the scoreboard, n*gga
Pack that sh*t up
And wait for y'all to deliver it
I get the money and ball with my n*ggas
Trap zone, n*gga, look at these figures
f*ck this sh*t up
No, i don't need no pencil
[VERSE 2]
Dread heads, smoking like a rasta
Most of you n*ggas eatin pasta's
Gotta sort this sh*t out like a doctor
These n*ggas in jails, pop two bars
And yell no cap, gon ride that, man
And I'm still cool as a fan
Bunch of b*tches, bringing my bands
This sh*t simple, don't trip
Pick that again, quit trippin'
n*gga want smoke, get kickfliped
Slide in the 'rari, pierced leather
Stacked like a tetris, good fit
Ride with the hot jets
Pimpin only, 'Pac sh*t
[Chorus]
Drippin' designer, that's foreign fashion
Y'all n*ggas lit, you really have it
Rick jeans, I could kill that[?]
Eating crab that's Sebastian
I remember used to eat at the Zaxby's
You the type the n*gga
To get robbed in the alleys
Can't just drop the rack and battle this
Winner team gon' put up a tally
Couple hoes still rocking to Sally's
Plenty n*ggas hit that, never come past me
Check the scoreboard, n*gga
Pack that sh*t up
And wait for y'all to deliver it
I get the money and ball with my n*ggas
Trap zone, n*gga, look at these figures
f*ck this sh*t up
No, i don't need no pencil