Ayy, Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Six figures sittin’ on a nigga white tee
Screamin’, «MOB,» these hoes don’t excite me (Excite me)
I been playin’ with them M’s since nineteen
Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans (Racks)
She like, «Boy, you geeked up,» bitch, I might be (Yeah)
Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C (Baow)
Talk too much shit, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me
Chromе Heart frames on my face likе Spike Lee
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin’ on my white tee
Screamin’, «MOB,» these hoes don’t excite me
Young nigga playin’ with them M’s since nineteen (Yeah)
Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans
Nine millimeter, let it squeeze it like a Hi-C (Baow, baow)
Talk too much shit, that’s why they don’t like me
I pop too much shit, that’s why they don’t like me
Yeah, I’m tryna roll up an opp and put him in the air (Air)
Yeah, if she ain’t right, then the bitch gettin’ left
My nigga got caught with some bales, made his bail (Bail)
Look at my left wrist, this bitch cold as hell (Phew)
Yeah, I mean cold as ice
One in the head, you better think twice
Niggas be switchin’, I can’t leave my pipe (Pipe)
These niggas be switchin’, I can’t leave without it
These niggas some bitches, these niggas be sour
I’ma go get it, I gotta go get it, on my road to riches, these niggas some clowns (Phew, phew)
The Glock came with switches, the Maybach got switches the way this bitch bouncin’ up and off the ground
I’ma kill a fuck nigga whenever I see him, just tell mama ‘nem hold it down (Yeah)
Since I was six, I was man of the house (House)
Ten years later, playing ’round with a pound
Ayy, I didn’t play then and I don’t play now (Now)
Can’t name one nigga touched me
In a two-seater with a whole hundred rounds (Rounds)
Cap, you ain’t never ever seen a hundred pounds
Yeah, I used to serve my uncle grams
Auntie talking ’bout, «Do the right thing»
