Verse 1: Sy ari da kid]
Gotta know I ain't nothing like other niqqas
See I baked and grill like other niqqas you dig
Like dirt with a shovel in it, I'm under ground like a tunnel with tunnel vison
I got all my stats in double digits, your girl on my phone right now she f**ing with it
She wetter then a ditch with a puddle in it, chew a niqqa cuz I got flavors I'm bubblicious
Pause but to all my Bros I love you niqqas, where im from it ain't what you did
But what you didn't
She I would lay back with something chillin but I got bills like im down with druggin' women
How you niqqas druggin' women for a hobby bro, might still watch The Cosby Show
If the networks playing but no love for bill Cosby thou, so tired of you bu*t shot body hoes
Meat hanging out the buns like a sloppy joe but will I still hit probably so, my whole posse know
Saying "free the queen Wiley yo" in the flow so hockey cold I rock tims but im not Deebo
The block hot like hibachi stoves what I was told like when I got repoed
See I would push rocks like a rocky robe but the cops giving out time like the watch resold cream
Outro: The Crew]
Cash rule everything around me cream get the money dollar, dollar bill yall
This was my favorite sh** growing up, yall dont even know im doing this sh** man
Fat and ess in back paws bullsh**in' ess sleep like a f**ing grizzly bear him and thristy
Sleep on they side ion know why its a big niqqa thing probably
My niqqa faps whats all in sporting goods not athletic thou just in sporting goods look for a
f**ing heating pad "my back, my back", shut up niqqa, pussies a** niqqas man