[Hook:]
I say I pull up in that Lamb and turn heads
b*tch I’m on fire, all we do is burn bread
This sh*t of mine, man it got em going crazy
Top floor, with the view, this sh*t amazing
Now just take one and look at it, you could tell that sh*t different
Tell that sh*t different, you could tell that sh*t different
Now just take one and look at it, you could tell that sh*t different
Tell that sh*t different, you could tell that sh*t different
Hold up!
[Verse 1: Skeme]
Pull up, hop out
f*ck it, it’s nothing
That money, my convo, don’t try to switch subjects
I got riders with choppas
And b*tches with hoes
Stunting forever n*gga just like we supposed
Now pour up that drink, laugh straight to that bank
We can’t see no limits like we riding around in that tank aye
You think you know but ain’t got no idea
I’m in that back to the future whip that don't drop till next year
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[Verse 2:]
You don't talk about it? I told it
n*gga say this sh*t, can you afford it?
These n*ggas is rats just like rodents
Click clack pow pow they reload it
b*tch I come down sippin potent
Realest n*gga and you know it
They say they on with it but something wrong with it if me and my n*ggas just can’t notice
n*gga we winnin, it ain’t hard to tell that I’m cookin the [?], it ain’t hard to smell it
See b*tch I’m a hustler so went to another
You bring it my way and I bet we could sell it
Refer that I to the N to the G
sh*t that you talkin ain’t nothing to me
Run up on mine and I’m pullin this line
And I make sure you R to the I to the P
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