Higher
Yeah, mm-hm
Look, uh-huh
I catch a rat, back out my gat and smack him right in his kufi
The Jakes be interviewing niggas just like Vlad do with Boosie
I'm Gucci, never had much, just my pen and my loosie (uh-huh)
Used to shop at GAP, now I rock Emilio Pucci
I graduated from the block, wasn't no cap or no gowns
Clip hold thirty-two, Karl-Anthony Towns
Kick in the door then up the pole to make you get on the ground
My dawg said he needed food, he had the licks for the brown
Fly out to Cali for the packs to get 'em shipped to the town
I told a ho to join the circus 'cause these bitches is clowns
It ain't tricking if you got it, so I told her to shop
But before you get this pape', you gotta give me some top
She the type to get up on you then she send me the drop
Free bro, he got more years than a millennium got, game
Cherry bomb Bentley, Terry cloth Fendi (uh-huh)
My bitch a ten piece, pussy strawberry scent-ly (woo)
You see how I'm doing these shows, having shit in a frenzy
Putting on, my niggas locked up, sentences lengthy (free my niggas)
Watch how much money the tour bring us (uh-huh)
Neck crazy on some Busta shit, the Cuban link four fingers (nigga)
And the bracelet match
Leaving the Hard Rock racing backs, you niggas can't relate to that (Cap)
Conductor made the batch, I couldn't wait to snap (uh-huh)
Tell 'em it's getting spooky, nigga, Jason back (Machine, nigga)
Chefing in hell's kitchen, where my apron at?
Air baking max, max popping like bacon fat
Bag coming in, big bag coming in (it's coming in)
I want all my niggas to win, facts
Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship
Countin' a million dollars, cash, got me stuck in the matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket, draco gave 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with
Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship (Conductor)
Countin' a million dollars, cash, got me stuck in the matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket, draco gave 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with, nigga