(slow somber music) - Wheezy outta here. Sitting behind five percent,
you can see the chi-nain. Lil' one goin' crazy, ready
to sprrt for the gi-nang. If it wasn't for Google,
man that bitch wouldn't know my nickname. Dropped a Maybach truck on a
watch and it was plain jane. Let the door swing, swing
the door open, smell cocaine. Trafficking drug money and
trap outta this one lane. Stepped all in mud, this bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace. Oh, she don't like girls, bet this money make a bitch so gay. Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump. Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I'm putting on that stuff. Digging in her back, pull out my money, make a bitch bust a nut. Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lick. I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick. Cocaine by the kilo, these
days put it right on my wrist. You can still see the chain lit
up sitting behind 5 percent. Every time I re-up, they
gotta advance at least 20 M. I been getting richer and
richer my whole career. Took the dope money, went
and record a mixtape, it's rappers way out. Sitting on a bail totin' a big K, ain't even got a couch. To Australia, I'm familiar,
spent two million on a jet. In that Dualie doin' the dash, I let lil' dog he hold a TEC. I got mollies with the crystals,
but I been back doing X. Got a Rolex on my wrist, this
bitch cost 'bout a Corvette. Give these niggas a couple bands and hit your face and hit your chest. I was rolling off the pills, I should've never fucked that bitch. I got hoes, these niggas married, I don't let them go, they come through. I got fentanyl in my diamonds, I spend a nine on a pair of shoes. I don't even care who
these niggas shot at, ain't none of 'em got merked. I got some real killers,
they gon' kill a nigga, then go and shoot up the hearse. You think a nigga like me give a fuck about a nigga shooting up a church? I gotta take this shit up with God 'cause I'm a god on our Earth. I got this motherfucking new Benz, I ain't even drove it since it came out. Couple of bad bitches, they twins, walking naked through my house. Cook good dope up in the kitchen,
I could do that top shelf. Bitches still claiming me,
I ain't fucked over yet. Cartier wrist, Cartier
watch, Cartier diamond buff. Money real long, big as King Kong when you make the trap go jump. Yellow wrist stones, canary yellow stones, I'm putting on that stuff. Digging in her back, pull out my money, make a bitch bust a nut. Came out the bando just to buy diapers, had to hit me a lick. I bought the Tahoe from the trap money, haven't even seen a brick. Cocaine by the kilo, these
days put it right on my wrist You can still see the chain lit
up sitting behind 5 percent. Sitting behind 5 percent,
you can see the chi-nain. Lil' one going crazy, ready
to sprrt for the gi-nang. Stepped all in mud, this bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace. Oh, she don't like girls, bet this money make a bitch so gay.
