Blam, Blam, Blam
Yeah l-O-X i got 'em machine, baby
Look
Word to the coke that in my shooter nose
(Sniff) beluga 20s in the coupe I drove
On the stoop in the cold movin' stupid O's
Whip the fish before it even dried
Deuce was sold take a half
Produce a whole when I use the stove
Went from trappin' in Pelle jackets
To rockin' Gucci clothes
That's why when you see me I'm
With a group of hoes
Bad bitches that look like Karrueche
I'm used to those
Bal Harbor shoppin', my pockets do be swole
Cuban's gold
Put my knife in your body, remove your soul
Use your homie shirt to wipe my knife off
His blood splattered on my Kith Moncler
I stabbed him twice more
The fuck I'm takin' your advice for?
When they cut mama lights off
I started sellin' white soft
It's ironic the nigga they tried to write
Off was takin' the league by storm
I'm kinda like Moss
Wake up in the mornin' to a blunted sour
Then I'm up in lust, I'm makin' money shower
You got money and respect
Then you got fuckin' power
I'm rich but I clap a
Nigga over a hundred dollars
Where I'm from, you keep the hammer tucked
Niggas is foul
Fuck around and get your nana bucked
Grimy niggas'll stick Santa up
Kill Rudolph, then eat 'em
You couldn't manage us
Why you think niggas is comatose?
Homie gave the other homie mama bag
Now he got mad gotta kill 'em with the
Mag 'cause she overdosed if I gotta box
It's the 52 or the rope-a dope
Stuntin' in the drop
Plottin' on the lot I could build on
Cross me I'ma rock a nigga knot
I ain't thinkin' like your average nigga
I got carats off of carrots sellin' juice
Peaceful yet a savage nigga
You could lie about them Cartel ties
Well I'm the type of guy
To leave the Cartel tied
Get the match and the gas
Watch the Cartel die
I'll catch 'em slippin' in the gym
And let a barbell fly
Break his face with a plate like
The ghost did Charlie Murphy
But I'm the real ghost
You ain't no Charlie Murphy
Not in the comedic way
I'm the one who make Paul and Peter pay
9 millimeter spray
What you know about the trap bein'
Slow 'cause the grams bad?
But the plug want his dough so
You pay for your man half
(I'll take care of that)
44 Bulldog makin' your pants sag
I swim the swamp with a gator
I made it a handbag
They tell me I'm how hope look
Them pots had to slow cook
Stack of paper on my kitchen
Table look like notebooks
Two shooters with you? We know them niggas
They both puss roll through and I let this
Toast cook like Rosewood
Black Soprano family
I probably should make the movie
Pray over a brick while I'm
Slidin' a razor through 'em
Back to back trips now I got
My bitch draped in Lou
I'm known for rock and a
Guitar like David Bowie
Yeah, I went against the
FBI and crooked judges
When rappers start losin' limbs you
Know the Butcher comin'
Y'all still gassed off my rookie numbers
This the kid that's from a block
That did Westside Gunn hoodie numbers
Uh, I grew to be a hustler
But I ran with thieves
(But I ran with thieves)
You steal from the gang
I bet your hands'll bleed
I met in a plug in the feds
Who used to hand me ki's
We was like Donovan McNabb and Andy Reid
Take me to your trap
I really autograph the plate
I fuck around and put my signature
On a bag of H y'all niggas usin' 12 12's and
Call it stackin' cake when my niggas bag up
We usin' garbage bags and tape let's go, agh