Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Yeah
As real as it get (As real as it get)
‘Cause your favorite rapper been on my dick (Your favorite rapper been on my dick)
I was just prayin’ this thang me, probably fit in my piss (FOREVERROLLING) he told me, “Shut up and grip (She told me, “Shut up and get that money”)
To the breed, red nose pit, I trained him lay down and sit
They tried boxin’ me in
But I ain’t flinchin’ ain’t nothin’ (I ain’t flinchin’ ain’t nothin’)
I send ’em, they comin’, I don’t pay ’em nothin’ under a hundred (I don’t pay ’em nothin’ under a hundred)
He took off runnin’ but stumble, got his head turned to a pumpkin’ (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Plus my sons in the buttons, they know their daddy been thuggin’ (I do it for my sons)
Even though I know their makе me sure I love ‘еm with money (Sure I love ’em with cash)
I’m the king of the jungle but they ain’t vote me the leader (They ain’t vote me the man)
I undercut my competers, although it’s cheaper, we eat
Russian put it in the freezer, pray it don’t clog up his needle (Pray it don’t clog up his needle)
I’m gon’ pop it like Gotti, playin’, Touchdown through my speakers (Playin’, Touchdown)
With all my jewelry in my car, a nigga ain’t touchin’ me either
I just touched down in Houston (What’s happenin’?)
It’s just me and my shooters (It’s [?])
I ain’t payin’ no plugs, I got more free bands than Scooter
Gotta body your past (Your past) and depend on your future (Your future)
How you be with Crips and be with Bloods, ’cause the money went neutral
If you see me with Geeski, two Lambos and two yeekies
A nigga playin’, he leakin’
They call me mister no speakin’
Might be the hustler of the century (I am)
Richest nigga I know still under investigation (I am), tryna duck the penitentiary (Damn)
Streets talk too much (Shh), please, do not mention me (Quiet)
World War 4, if a nigga touch a inch of me
I was up with Gotti, he had sent for me (I was up)
Drivin’ from Texas to Tennesseee (I was strapped)
Pandemic price like thirty-three, bricks and water was ten a piece (It was ten)
Get it wrapped like a gift from me (Get it wrapped up)
It was grey, I do my thing
Turn it blue, color Tiffany, I’m a dawg
Fuckin’ around with that food, the only way I really eat (The only way that I get money)
All the comments don’t get to me, I come from out the projects
Ayy, put a mill’ in that water, stuck my arm in it, Vince Carter (My arm in [?])
They thought I died in the Charger but the shooter ain’t hit their target
Say y’all blame him for the slaughter, put them in history, the morgue
Answers my call, apartment walk out, big blick in my jogger (Uh)
Notorious like Big Poppa but I ain’t goin’ like Chris Wallace (Uh)
This city know who the god is ’cause they beggin’ for me to stop it (Uh)
The reason they don’t ride with topless, no sympathy, that’s on mamas (Uh, uh)
You either in or you out it, don’t even question me about it, nigga (Uh, uh)
