Im around the bullshit like a matador
Im used to the bullshit, it dont matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
You want the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch gotta eat
Im havin the epiphany you niggas aint shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum Im from
Im a southside nigga, yeah Im bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and outline
You aint made of what Im made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
You all know when we pullin off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin down the top
Shines on stuntin and Im pullin out a knot
Strapped with the glock, wont pull it out a lot
But front, Ill make it pop
Yall dont do it how we do
Niggas aint on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga
Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin, Armor All
It feels like a nigga dreamin
Seat back, music bumpin, niggas leanin
Bulls eye, thats what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy
I shouldve sent the broad to report whats in the yard
Aloof livin, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, its embedded in the brain
Im in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
You all know when we pullin off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin down the top
Shines on stuntin and Im pullin out a knot
Strapped with the glock, wont pull it out a lot
But front, Ill make it pop
Yall dont do it how we do
Niggas aint on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga
Round the world tourin, the city got borin
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like I'm Maury
Him zone write a gang in a story
Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you owning, fly nigga soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, babe, I'm in the restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring?
You all know when we pullin off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin down the top
Shines on stuntin and Im pullin out a knot
Strapped with the glock, wont pull it out a lot
But front, Ill make it pop
Yall dont do it how we do
Niggas aint on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga
Got pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch
Feels like a nigga dreamin', feels like a nigga dreamin'