[Verse 1 : Skeme]
Young OG, straight out the "I"
With the hallelujah Holy Grail flow
Slim n***a, but his pockets thicker than them H-town and ATL hoes
The day that you find someone better than me in this b**h
That's the day that hell froze
I made it this far from Crenshaw and Manchester
Blocks so hot, that's the hell hole (hold up)
OT Lb's of that Cali OG
A.k.a we could send you some L-bows
We don't be selling nuthin' less than QP's
What the f** you gonna do with that scale bro?
Escobar season, all year round my way
But we get to knock at your tail bro
Chef of extras like I'm Raekwon, Cuban Links
So I'm serving clientele bro
Underground King, like I'm Bun B
Underground King, like I'm Chad Butler
Need it all before I go, gotta have it
b**h, when we started
We ain't have nuthin' (hold up)
Woke up this mornin', my mind was on money
Been like that for years, every Monday to Sunday
Hustlin' from Monday to Monday, she Tuesday to Tuesday
Still drinkin' that drink, not on Dusse'
Do what I want, give a f** 'bout what who say?
When I say who say
That mean him, him, and you say
I kick the sh**, I mean kick it like Liu Kang
Just hit the A, I might head to the Blue Flame
25K in this b**h, that's just loose change
b**h that's our money, miss me with that new slang
Hands-free while I'm parking this new thing
Recline the seat and get head out your boo thang' (wait)
[Verse 2: Skeme]
Right....
This sh** here be over sick, I'm over sh**
Like f** a b**h, it's over quick
Middle fingers for the cam
Like 'Pac and sh**
Show you n***as how to ball
Gregg Popovich
I'm the type of n***a pull up and knock the fifth
You the type of n***a, sit down and squat to piss
Got a Migo, all we talk about is guac and chips
Now hater n***a s** a dick, use lots of spit
I go harder in that paint than Rodman did
I ride 'round the I side with a Glock in the whip
And f** with any n***a thinkin' I got dollars to get
I've been f**ing over checks
You just starting to get
O.k. a n***a been trill, I live in the hills
My hand on the wheel, and got a muthaf**in' license to k**
And b**h my denim expensive, my clip is extended
The cake in my vision
I'm going for it, like its 4th and some inches
Before a n***a fall off, get the sawed off
Call a hearse for these n***as
Get these bodies hauled off
Fat mac on a Slim Thug, Ima boss hog
Got Loaded everything out your n***a mouth raw
Switch up stance, and throw them hooks south paw
West side Ingles, but got a down south drawl
You ain't came across a n***a like me (hell nah)
I could have a hundred hands
And I still wouldn't feel ya'll, n***a....
[Outro]
Dead a**, f** you n***as talkin' about
Over, over, over
Look Im'ma start just....
Havin' a cla** for these little n***as to learn how to rap or something
Serious 'bout that