Yeah
Mr. Glock
Ahem
Yeah, camo AP, I’m a soldier (Uh)
I got old money I ain’t spend yet, this shit moldy (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, I have my way around this bitch, I’m havin’ motion (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Who the fuck you put up in this blunt? This nigga smokin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blue diamond chain on me, this bitch match the ocean (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thirty in my size, thirty jeans with no holster (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Eyes on the prize, yep, I’m tryna stay focused (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m livin’ like a king, bitch, I’m not your local joker (Uh-uh)
All about my bread, hell yeah, I keep that toaster (Fah)
I be sippin’ red and my lil’ bitch sip mimosa (Yeah)
I hop up out the bed, say a prayer and count my dough up (Dough)
Then hop up in my Lamborghini truck with the doors up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Everybody know I’m EBK, I don’t give no fucks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wagyu steaks up on my plate, I came a long way from cold cuts (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas talkin’ this and that and they don’t even know us (What?)
And niggas out here clout chasin’ for a name, broke as fuck (The fuck?)
If you came from nothin’, put your Rollie on and hold it up
Paper Route hockey team, don’t know nobody cold at us (What?)
Cutthroat be the gang, that’s what I bang, nobody hoein’ us (Uh-uh)
Real stand-up nigga, don’t see myself foldin’ up (Uh-uh)
We turned dirt into diamonds and I’m tryna turn these boys to dust (Bah)
Fuck this money and these cars and clothes, this shit don’t mean that much (Uh-uh)
Yep, I made a couple million plus, still twist my fingers up (Gang)
I don’t give no fuck about no bitch, a bitch gon’ eat it up
Either way, I’ma get mine, I don’t play (Uh-uh)
I rep the five, not the six (Five), but I still keep a Drac’ (Fah)
Got money all up on my mind (Yeah, yeah), can’t have no bitch in my face (Uh-uh)
Yeah, all I see is dollar signs and niggas on the side hatin’ (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch
Lil’ checklist
That’s how niggas is
I mean, that’s how them bitches is
Yeah
