Watch this, y 'all, uh -huh, all right
Would you hate me if I just
Feel this, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh
See me comin' through here, son
Just a swingin' my shit with somethin'
Gucci on clingin' to my hip,
frontin' with the Star -Tek
Ringin' in the wind, icy ears,
Bout to show wow with the chose app,
shit I don't fuck with no Stingy,
nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi, nigga
What I'ma do with your lil'
I'ma make you corn with the
pretty Bentley, nigga, uh
My niggas will ride for me
You should see all the things
It's obvious how I spend my time
don't have to spend a dime
Get my tan on in the tropics
if we couldn't cop the drop
if we couldn't drop the cop
cause you know we pop for rock
Ayo, we gon' stop this here
the general to rock in here
hottest thing on the block this year
we can bang out to the cops in here
Forget about it, you don't know me, yo,
I've been about it, pop you,
Cat Seagull in the kitchen,
Y 'all cats know from whom to buy
Y 'all niggas know if y 'all cross Mack,
Spit like August, I'm the truth,
feel comfortable retiring
cause y 'all work hard at this shit
Think about it yo, I just started this shit
Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit
Scary sight, y 'all niggas feel me right
God damn yo, I barely write
But every rhyme be in check
If we couldn't cop the drop
If we couldn't drop the cop
Cause you know we pop a rock
Cause you know we got shit locked
If we couldn't cop the drop
If we couldn't drop the cop
Cause you know we pop from crime
And you know we got you locked
Guns, I hold em like offensive linemen
Bring em back to the streets
In the lining of the Mark Buchanan,
Myth man gold, marks to understand it
We don't engage in war, we alone
Armistuce style, beat niggas to a pulp
Kumi broke, nigga, he just told three jokes
Me, Biggs, and Dane, we get some things
Me and Biggs, living the range
Mines platinum, his champagne
Niggas whisper, cause they talk,
in a chocolate bricks cane
Left the same night in the morning,
I just use rap to put shit in my name
The death just a matter of time,
Contract signed, the shit's in your name
Mr. Lane, rap niggas, I'm the king
Motherfuck the ring, mami, kiss the chain
I don't got game to waste on y 'all
I don't think where my dick go,
I'm a hustler, hit me with an A for brawl
I know you want some things
I drink a lot of water, mami, come clean
Tick side, pump hard and dump hard
Cause we got a bumper to bump off
Rap niggas, y 'all days are numbered
Nobody drop nothin' next summer
If we couldn't cop the drop
If we couldn't drop the cop
Cause you know we pop for prop
Cause you know we got shit locked
If we couldn't cop the drop
If we couldn't drop the cop
Cause you know we pop for prop
And you know we got shit locked
R .O .C. for the two triple O
You about to witness a dynasty like no other
B .D. Single, General, Millie Yall,
Met Blink, Young God, Jigga
Man, get your mind right, niggas.