Ayy
New jewelry drop in October
Shoutout my jeweler, we cool as a polar
I need that Rollie like Pauly
I hold up my wrist, make the city get colder
I just put thirty on my neck
If I pull up and flex, it's frozen like Yoda
I had to swag out 'Lenciaga
Like fuck the red bottoms, they makin' my toes hurt
Young nigga richer than your big homie
Cuban link on me, twenty racks on the choker
I can't even live in the moment
This weight on my shoulder like Adrien Broner, ayy
Bitch, I take care of my mama, my family
My niggas without a diploma, ayy
I got more money than you and you been
In the game and you ten years older
We do more numbers than suckers that been
In the game like two years longer, ayy
When I met your bitch, she was shy
Now she treat that dick like a root beer soda, ayy
She wanna come to the scrap house
Rule number one is you can't be sober, ayy
Beat it, beat it 'til she tap out
Rule number two is you can't sleep over
I had to tell her stay firm and focused
Fucked on the floor, then I took her to Lotus
I had to hit that lil' thing from the back
And I told her to clap if you happy and you know it
She got heated seats on the cheeks in the Maybach
Boy, this ain't no 'Lac and you know it
Don't want beef with me 'cause I'm beatin' man
He can't never get his payback 'cause he know it
When it come to that business, I'm hands-on
Walk outside with my jewelry on, I'm shinin'
They like how I get it on, I'm grindin'
I'm like Beyoncé, so I pull up on time, it's like right now
We done ran up a check, all this money on me
I pull up, it's a whole lot of ice now
I'm stuntin', I'm strictly 'bout business
Don't play with my money
Hey, I'm on fire
I'm the truth when I rap, I ain't tellin' no lies
Hey, on the line
They thinkin' they hard, say it's up 'til they dyin'
Yeah, better go find you some business and stay out of mine
Sun reflect off of my diamonds, they shine
I just hit the ho twice, did her one at a time
'Fore I do anything, gotta roll a 'Wood up
They say I make the east look good, throw the hood up
And we havin' good drugs, got the streets sewed up
Half of 'em in jail, niggas thinkin' that I blowed up
Every time I go in, I get better and better
Got soft, got hard, got pills, got pressure
Loved ones in the pen' still sendin' them letters
I don't care 'bout no years with my niggas forever
They thought they can break us by makin' us far away
But it seem like our bond been gettin' better
Do a street tie every time I get on my knees and pray
Just in case I got run from the devil
Whole brick of that shit, it's up quick for the cook-up
All them P's, ain't no limit, bitch, I got the hook-up, uh
When it come to that business, I'm hands-on
Walk outside with my jewelry on, I'm shinin'
They like how I get it on, I'm grindin'
I'm like Beyoncé, so I pull up on time, it's like right now
We done ran up a check, all this money on me
I pull up, it's a whole lot of ice now
I'm stuntin', I'm strictly 'bout business
Don't play with my money
Hey, I'm on fire
I'm the truth when I rap, I ain't tellin' no lies
Hey, on the line
They thinkin' they hard, say it's up 'til they dyin'
Yeah, better go find you some business and stay out of mine
Sun reflect off of my diamonds, they shine
I just hit the ho twice, did her one at a time
Ayy, goddamn, I done blowed up
I done pulled steak out of cold cuts
Took a lil' longer 'cause we bumped our head
Nigga, real shit, nobody told us
How to cook up that dope, didn't show us
Yeah, got my gun in my hand, not a holster
They got me itchin'
What is you doin'? I'm stayin' in my business
Don't kill a nigga, say, "Lord, forgive me"
I gotta win 'cause the odds against me
I pray they leg can go out the jam
Ayy, don't like me? Oh, well, nigga, don't give a damn
I cannot keep comin' short on my grams
Ain't frontin' you, nigga, you front me the bands
Deep in the streets, I'm movin' so cautious
Sack got me feelin' so awesome
Dice game, I swear I go awesome
Hit 'em, you should've talked 'fore you brought 'em
Ice on my neck and it goin' bling-bling
Trap out the speakers, sell dope through a stream
You high-side the smokers, I fuck with the fiends
Gangster lil' bitch, come and fuck on the team
Glock on my waist and that bitch got a beam
Fly in this bitch, that ho Luda got wings
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