Prjkt Wolf
Boy I wasn't even dope then
But how I pulled up in a fortress
But the Mag still snappin' now, bitches thinking that a nigga gorgeous
Flow game still flawless
Pistol whip you, still lawless
Teacup got lean, tryna fool the British with the New English
Man how the fuck you niggas end this?
I ain't even, even started yet
But fuck it nigga, imma carry on, cash Cartier with the gold chrome
Beat the case call me Larry Holmes
Pull up on your bitch while you still home
You ain't safe, you ain't safe, young nigga better get the combination
Ugh yeah, stick it up
Fuck your bitch cause I know you ain't lit enough
Follow me
Got it on lock, the devil been out here and haunting me
Mess with my brothers the ting, ting go "brr brr" on a nigga
By Any Means, we goin' run this shit, that's on my Hilfiger's
Notoriously known we some winners
Drop top Bruce Willis
That's nonsense, yall play defense with the success man fuck yall
How you ball with a net worth on minus, man fuck yall
Take shots like Gunna Stahl, in the end, man it's still "fuck em all"
What happens in the grey area?
You don't know nigga we don't do favors
Style free like a mason, I'm amazing, hit the pavement
Your time is up, clocks on the wall
Golden Black been the great wall
We don't care about the cost
I might kill em' with no remorse
Fuck the law, fuck your squad
We goin' shoot nigga you'll duck
You looking funny like Duffy Duck
You ain't funny like Richard Pryor
Switching up the flow like this
Boy you claim you real
You only did time for dumb shit
Parking tickets ain't real
Nonsense never made sense
100 Cents made one Rand
You won't tell me nigga, how to do it
All we know you never done it
It's Coolio, bitches love me like Kodjoe
My kicks on jujitsu
These hoes call me Santa
In these streets got no manners
Street shit, talking about Michael Vick
This is it, Micheal Jackson thrill
Grass is green, I don't need them snakes
Grass is green, I don't need them snakes, oouhh!
Drove in a Ballade
Skrr skrr skrr LesGetIt
You know the windows are tinted
My every script a new edit
Time is expensive a Patek
All of your team is pathetic
My Chick
Fiesty
Plumber
I pipe it
I ball
Mikey
Zeus
With lightning
I throw the bait
Pumping my foot on the gas
Drove 6 hours
Just to get champagne showered
Paid in an hour
Top floor in a three-tower
I got the blueprint
Smack your face like E-Honda
Fuck with me get a free bundle
Hot sauce no Aunt Debbie's
We the wolves that are overtaking
We overtaking for the streets sake
Real shit no EA
Don't sleep on me fuck PJ's
But how I pulled up in a fortress
But the Mag still snappin' now, bitches thinking that a nigga gorgeous
Flow game still flawless
Pistol whip you, still lawless
Teacup got lean, tryna fool the British with the New English
Man how the fuck you niggas end this?
I ain't even, even started yet
But fuck it nigga, imma carry on, cash Cartier with the gold chrome
Beat the case call me Larry Holmes
Pull up on your bitch while you still home
You ain't safe, you ain't safe, young nigga better get the combination
Ugh yeah, stick it up
Fuck your bitch cause I know you ain't lit enough
Follow me
Got it on lock, the devil been out here and haunting me
Mess with my brothers the ting, ting go "brr brr" on a nigga
By Any Means, we goin' run this shit, that's on my Hilfiger's
Notoriously known we some winners
Drop top Bruce Willis
That's nonsense, yall play defense with the success man fuck yall
How you ball with a net worth on minus, man fuck yall
Take shots like Gunna Stahl, in the end, man it's still "fuck em all"
What happens in the grey area?
You don't know nigga we don't do favors
Style free like a mason, I'm amazing, hit the pavement
Your time is up, clocks on the wall
Golden Black been the great wall
We don't care about the cost
I might kill em' with no remorse
Fuck the law, fuck your squad
We goin' shoot nigga you'll duck
You looking funny like Duffy Duck
You ain't funny like Richard Pryor
Switching up the flow like this
Boy you claim you real
You only did time for dumb shit
Parking tickets ain't real
Nonsense never made sense
100 Cents made one Rand
You won't tell me nigga, how to do it
All we know you never done it
It's Coolio, bitches love me like Kodjoe
My kicks on jujitsu
These hoes call me Santa
In these streets got no manners
Street shit, talking about Michael Vick
This is it, Micheal Jackson thrill
Grass is green, I don't need them snakes
Grass is green, I don't need them snakes, oouhh!
Drove in a Ballade
Skrr skrr skrr LesGetIt
You know the windows are tinted
My every script a new edit
Time is expensive a Patek
All of your team is pathetic
My Chick
Fiesty
Plumber
I pipe it
I ball
Mikey
Zeus
With lightning
I throw the bait
Pumping my foot on the gas
Drove 6 hours
Just to get champagne showered
Paid in an hour
Top floor in a three-tower
I got the blueprint
Smack your face like E-Honda
Fuck with me get a free bundle
Hot sauce no Aunt Debbie's
We the wolves that are overtaking
We overtaking for the streets sake
Real shit no EA
Don't sleep on me fuck PJ's
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Writer(s): Thabiso Mngadi
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