Ayy, uh,
Had to let go of da pencil, now I'm pickin' up the chops
Never thought that my brother would switch up, how am I the opp
In the cut, on the E-Way, switchin' lanes, gon' hit you up
Why the f*ck these niggas tryna be me
Bitch, go live yourself
Hunnid bells, Long enough to fit around Lil' Santa's belt
If you don't want problems, hit me up about some business wealth
I swear I get crazy when my peoples go to worry bout
Me when I go out, but I'll be good, I got my thirties out
Thirties out, my bad, I meant fifty, bitch, they fifty cals
Cook the beef like Freddy's, bitch, you lookin' like a double cal
This shit nothin' new now, I got bags and I got bands
Remember when I was broke, I couldn't afford a couple pans
Just the ramen noodles that I cook in f*ckin' cans
Now Its steady up on where I'm goin', that's my plan
Had to let go of da pencil, now I'm pickin' up the chops
Never thought that my brother would switch up, how am I the opp?
In the cut, on the E-Way, switchin' lanes, gon' hit you up
Why the f*ck these niggas tryna be me
Bitch, go live yourself
Had to let go of da pencil, now I'm pickin' up the chops
Never thought that my brother would switch up, how am I the opp?
In the cut, on the E-Way, switchin' lanes, gon' hit you up
Why the f*ck these niggas tryna be me
Bitch, go live yourself
Hit it up, goin' to the plug, bitch I got my car
If you nigga's don't know what it was, then I can't take you far
I feel like I'm Tony Montana, the way I got a big-ass scar
5.56, shoot right through the head, it gon' leave a big-ass mark
Hit it up, goin' to the plug, bitch I got my car
If you nigga's don't know what it was, then I can't take you far
I feel like I'm Tony Montana, the way I got a big-ass scar
5.56, shoot right through the head, it gon' leave a big-ass mark