[Verse 1] Feeling like Mufasa with a chopper
Copper turn a n***a to a T-shirt
Skeezer from the Bay [?], called the b**h a bopper
s** me ’til her knees hurt
Swear that the world getting smaller
Thought you was a big fish, and that’s when 2 sharks hit the water
Yeah, I was moving them quarters
My pa**port is stamped up cause I really get over borders
Collect the pounds and the euros
n***as is snitching like them p**y’s work for the Bureau
f** with no b**hes in plural
Talking that gangster sh**, you will get put on a mural
True indeed, catch a glimpse, they asking “who is he?”
The youngin’ [?] work on supplying new type of guy
Don’t talk to me b**h I’m all type of high
[Hook] Wasn’t riding through the 6 with my woes
I was sliding with your b**h, getting dough
Holding onto that stick, leaving holes
Only thing on my mind, getting dough
Getting more, flip a O
Did a show, getting more
Wasn’t riding through the 6 with my woes
Holding onto that stick, leaving holes
[Verse] It’s Mr. Yeah, So
No, I don’t care ho
Y’all n***as Care Bears, my flow cement
In the truck, getting spinned
Got the bread, know it’s spent
Leave the court, innocent
Jewish counsel, bad b**h, mouthful
Blunt lit, house shoes, yes, it’s routine
They used to say I have pipe dreams
Cause a n***a wanted nice things
But you know I got ’em right now
Cause I couldn’t wait
Catch a n***a as I demonstrate
Choking b**hes while I penetrate
Doing sh** they couldn’t replicate
Yeah, So