(Not playing with these n***as no more, man)
We fill lobbies with dope, day dreaming of Bugattis and boats
Fascinated watching interviews of Gotti for quotes
I heard them folks wanna get rid of me
Small things, still getting neck in that ghost
Paranormal activity
We sell 'matics for cheap, that's not a rollie, that's a Patik Phillippe
Lil' n***a, find it funny you gods finished
Switching up phones, no plans, we buy minutes
Its not a gimmick, they know we sell 'yay
Cigar life, imported from where Fidel stay (Cuba)
Rappers talkin bout tour, Im on a tour too
12 cities, only difference I be bringing raw through
Made it outta them corners barely
Now I'm making s*uts out the b**hes they want to marry
Huh, round table where the guards at
Play with the base pull strings where my guitar at? (n***a)
Tryna front on my name
Same n***a that's on me brought Pun in the game
I jumped in the range, He asked me "n***a what you 'tryna do?"
Said "I'm still moving work n***a what you trying to do?"
Most pillars, sweat loafs, no spice, gorilla, base coke, that low price
Tom Ford, my suit bu*ter, exchange numbers with Kimmy right after Cruel Summer
I'm just dishing them game, clothes drug inspired to, tee Christopher Kane, n***a, n***a
I've been the nicest, underrated and overlooked
But when it comes to "La Cocaína" I'm overbooked
My V nasty, you know the cake's long (What else?)
White girl mob crib full of that Kreayshawn
I heard them talk about 'yay, but we be at the docks
And never seen a rapper walk my way