N****s In Paris

Ayy, came up corner bendin', I was sinnin', now I'm winnin'

Yeah, I got racks aplenty, it ain't no budget when I'm spendin'

Like what you know 'bout havin' digits? Have your mama smilin', grinnin'

Ayy, I'm that same **** was bad in school, always up in detention

My teacher didn't think I would make it, I'm like, "Bitch, you should've listened"

I be drippin', diamonds glisten, pull up, SRT my engine

When I cook dope, I feel like my granny in that kitchen

Ayy, his ho hooked on me, she say I'm KFC, I'm finger lickin', ayy

Dope boy, my white tee Polo, hey, my jeans Amiri skinnies

I feel safest in the trenches, I guess that's just how I'm livin'

Yeah, please don't tell me nothin' 'bout street shit if you ain't in it

Yeah, never respond to no sneak diss, it ain't directed

Ayy, them youngins livin' reckless, speak on gang and we gon' check it

Spin a bend, my youngins crashin', they tryna take a **** neck

Lil' bro keep the lead, keep one inside his head and he gon' stretch 'em

Ayy, for the bread, lil' bro'll tap his head, tryna leave a **** breathless

If it's beef about a freak, say, "Lil' bro, I don't want no pressure"

Ayy, give his ho to me, she go to sleep, then wake up, cookin' breakfast