Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Designer, all my attire
You broke boys over there lookin' retired
Look at them trainers, lookin' all tired
Someone pass me a lighter
I'm high, but I'm 'bout to get higher
Suspectin', ballin'
Don't step on my toes
Said, watch out, don't touch me
You gon' wrinkle my silk
We ballers, this the street league
Clink a bottle, make a toast
They talkin', they some talkers (Chattin')
But the mandem keep it trill
Talkin' all of this crud
Then them **** start snitchin'
Me still hit 'em all up
Then the **** start quittin'
The jakes couldn't stop us
Man, them **** are some bitches
Roll round with the snub
Must've thought the mandem was kiddin'
You **** scared or naw?
Ridin' voluntary your job (Pussy)
Talkin' ish on the net
I bet a bag you won't come
My **** so solid
I'll have all you Romeos done
Matter fact, back out
Watch 'em all fuckin' run
You know your boy expect
He one hundred like a ton
Big four, my muscle
****, picture me runnin'
'Member when he rolled down the block? (Huh?)
I reached for my mash, and he spun
Ay, I gotta shout out to my gun
Like, thanks for protectin' me
From all of these treacherous thieves
Like Hollowman said
"The fizzy gon' bring him to his knees"
I heard a rumor through the grapevine
That a certain someone was on me
I had T at his neck
Turn a gassed you into a zombie
They want money like weebs
But I want money like Saudi (Like a sheik)
Water in the pot just whirrin'
Got the yard smellin' like sardines
And they know I'm shottin' that Charlie
My young boy did the trips, he better not fuck up my money
From way back, they know we been gettin' this money
Check out my bust out Cutty
Got the team logo on my charm, B
Diamonds is dancin' on me
Life is lovely
I 'member when I used to be ugly
It's Webay , but she call me Weebie
Never here, I'm suckin' on narny
Never catch a **** on molly
I smoke a lotta ganja like Marley
Wanna get the money like Clark B
(My ****) Choppin' up bricks, karate
Ballin' outta control, bitch
Ain't been home for a whole week
Pop outta nowhere, give her a stack, like, hold this
And hold your lips
I don't want no shit
I'm home sick
Now hold this dick
Written by: Suspect OTB