WHAM (feat. Mak) Video (MV)

I don't hear 'em talking no more
I get money like I'm Wham
I don't see no point in beefing
You can't even show a rack
He was running really wheezing, I know SG understand
Before I look him in the eyes, I'd pimp, slap him with my hand
Only one I look direct to is the money, I love cash
Hey look, it's the same one who put you on, shaking ass
Gucci made my buckle, you ain't
Never touched a f*ckin' band
Treat your block like I'm Christopher
Cause pussy, this my land
I hit the hills and make a play, you hit the hills for a bitch
Slizzo goofy ass got beat up and he said he broke his rib
You get stomped on like the yard, send them shots but you gon' miss
Hit your block and reminisce, when I was there I had it lit
Fourth of July poppin' shit, I serve junkies like Papa did
When you mention cash, mention me boy, I get lots of it
You know who I'm rockin' with, crackers couldn't stop this shit
ARP hold the whole 50, that's my twin I'm locked in with
Just hit the valley, ain't no actin'
All I know is pack em' all
In the past-tense cause they lackin',
I got Glock inside my drawers
Pipe collection, that bitch massive
My protection is never raw
Never restin', always packin
My mind never tell me wrong
I'ma always put my team on, g-lock hold 30 with a beam on
I'm the one your hoe gon' eat on,
She like freaks but I'm a demon
Kick her out, I don't need her
Clientele, easy re-up, make me forget I smoke reefer
Early morning, I'ma be up
K.R.O bullied in the city
Rico poppin' in the bitty
Shorty say I got dog in me, no little dog, I'ma pity
Shots sent, that's a semi
While I'm sippin', but not Remy
RatK, Fetty, Kenny, BitchK
That's the belly, grab the K
We got plenty, expensive taste, that's the Henny
Put that hot shit to an ending
Don't f*ck with 12, not 11
Too close, hella messy
Bring that five, I got ten
When you f*ck with them, don't f*ck with me
It's never, it's dependent, on god
K.RO gon' get crowed, just like it's homeboys
They all told, Alex Delorme is a fag
Just like his name, Rio Meeches
Pull up on you and slice you like some peaches
Keelai is a fag too
Just a little white boy, who got bullied in the system
Preston too, can catch a beating
Just drop the rap game, bro
It's like a white girl trying to cook, with no f*cking season
It's either y'all some little boys with no daddies
Or some rich white boys growing up, flying planes and driving caddies
I could take that all away from you, if you just send a addy
I've been slid, I've been there
Did that and I done that
It's just you always making some lame ass excuse
Just to not run it
Spin it and hold it
Last time I pressed you, your ass folded
Couldn't look me in the eyes
I must have been cold with it
Come on little bro, you know what's up
We banging them threes, we always gon' bump
If you f*cking with me, then you f*cking with threes
But if you dissing on them, then you dissing on me
You know they my brothers, I go hard for my team
I'll take your last breathe, and I'll fled the scene
Just a little boy to me, I ain't trying to be mean
When you set me up, make sure the dress fresh
And make sure the dress clean
While it's dark, see me and I'll make a spark
The way my plans, be hitting
Little nigga, call me Tony Stark