[ Featuring Baby Money, 22nd Jim ]
(DTB, that's a slap)
Ocean blue tint, I'm a shark in the Benz
We don't rap at all
We just talk what we live
You can run off, I'ma off a nigga kid
If I know the brick good
I'ma make them niggas bid
Not used to blowin' Glocks
First gun was the SIG
A nigga say he hate me
Probably f*cked a nigga bitch
Celine to the floor
From my buckle to the stick
And the whole city love me
Got a couple niggas rich
Caught thirty 'bows
I got thirty in my stick
My nigga bond a milli', boy, don't worry
I'ma get you
Your bitch love the gang when she
Heard that we them niggas
Hundred thousand on me cash
I'm in Oakland buyin' chicken
Glock on me now
Ballin' like I play with Pistons
22nd nigga
Known for standin' on that business
Niggas try to keep up with the gang
But niggas finishеd
Hit they blocks with them switches
Wе ain't leavin' not a witness
Amiri did the jeans
You can tell by the stitches
I just landed in New York
I'm just waitin' on the shipment
Got all your hoes tryna f*ck 'cause
They know you niggas bitches
Tried to told you I was comin'
But you niggas didn't listen
Don't slide down this block unless
I give your ass permission
Plain jane Rollie
Could've went and bought a business
Drop sixty on the AP
Treat the playoff like a scrimmage
We the niggas with the sauce
Not the ones who tryna steal it (yeah)
Walked his ass down
Cartiers off the balaclava
Hundred in the clip
I'll slide down to drop a dollar
Ain't no Moneybagg Runtz in, but I got Obama
Talkin' big pape'
But your bank account ain't got a comma
I be scammin', unky flippin' grams
Acrobatic reach for a pendant
Guarantee that's a casualty
Trackhawk with the Hennessy
This the fastest Jeep star player
Guarantee we win if you pass to me
All that cappin' in the booth
But we know the truth
Bougie in the wintertime
Don't you see the coated boots?
In the lab with Lando mixin' potion juice
Stack it to the ceiling, young bull
That's what you 'posed to do