In LA with my nigga Herb, my twin from the raq
I ain’t gon’ lie, my nigga starvin’, he’ll sin for the stacks
Spent 90 days in the trap just to leave and catch a hat
Quick to get a nigga robbed with four nines, welcome to Vulture Island
In my hood they call me Simon, killers do what I say
Every diamond came from Gary, they think this from Eliante
My wrist on, get out my way, my Cuban link on pave’
I keep her, yeah, I’m naughty, come get your bitch out my face
Thank God I went legit, from street shit, I chose rap
Grab a million from the raq, hop on the plane and fly back
Hundred shots go off for free, he died but he fired back
Though lil’ foenem was from the D, they scratched off in five scats
I’m in the BP Cadillac, we got double Rs back to back
Switch start glitchin’ like he got Tourette’s
Switch three bitches, I was off X
I’m gettin’ rich, I ain’t breakin’ a sweat
I just got an Ascap check
And I bought me a Rolex, that bitch rose like Moet
Dropped the cap you ain’t catchin’ no hat, we doin’ the dash in scats, nigga
Fuck yo’ hood, I ain’t coppin’ Ps, bitch, if it’s that, it’s that, nigga
I’m with G Herbo in the raq but I can’t lack it, ain’t in me
I ain’t laughin’ with none of these hoes, bitch, take ’em off, I’m dead serious
I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson did the shows, nigga
I done sold more bows than Ralph Lauren done sold clothes, nigga
Piece hittin’, this ain’t come from Johnny, we ain’t like nigga
I bought bitches bodies, I’m her bitch ass boyfriend’s nightmare
I don’t just be sayin’ shit, my boys all really rich for real
When I’m in the field, I keep that whistle on me, Emmit Till
PTSD from them gun shots, them bitches give me chills
Trap bangin’, nah, for real, cookie sales, Mrs. Fields
Lord knows I can’t afford another F, but nigga playin’ god
The whole city know what me and cuz do on the inside
All we know is scats, tracks, Hellcats, red eyes
My lil’ bitch keep blick, she quick to face some shit, Baroline
On they ass, y’all nigga knew we’d be on yeah time, alright
That’s my uncle in that kitchen makin’ his hand lock, alright
Where your mask when you in that kitchen? Make ya ass pass out, alright
Bitch, I love when you come through, have that ass out
Lord, we the reason they buy hearses, we buy bitches purses
I know nigga who want it all but ain’t tryin’ to put that work in
Pull up in the turtle, bulletproof, I make nigga nervous
Bring a friend when you slide through, make this shit a circus
Fuck me right now, girl, come fuck me right now
Ho already know I’m lit, she sucking dick straight on the flight out
It’s her and her friend right now, I wanna see, don’t turn the light out
Can’t get no sleep and this money keep callin’ me, I’m putting ’em right out
Lil’ bro got locked, sent the kite out, scope on the AR, took the sight out
We got twenty Glocks when we pop out, nigga get killed, what we fightin’ about?
With some boss nigga that’s locked in, wanna see me win
Fuck nigga walked into that Glock Ten, made CNN
I know trap stars sell green and hard, no CPNs
I got five percent on eight cars, can’t see me in
And my big cuz, he renegade, he GDK but he GDN
He VK might kill his mans, gotta watch his kin
He don’t want no bust down watch, he want the newest gen
Slide off the strength and let off shots, I’m still gon’ hit his head
Like he discovered young buck that fucked up many men
You thought doe boy was one of us, we jump out mini vans
