LAMY
That's your motherfuckin' problem, man
A lot of you niggas is idiots
Ain't never had nothin'
Turn me up
(Fuckin' peon ass niggas)
(Bums)
Fuck all these niggas too, man, all y'all niggas
Look, I fuck with block movers
Thirty shots in the Glock, I send shots through you
I got killers, you got shooters (For real)
These Margielas, fella, I never rock Supra
I green light it, they pop Rugers
Soda in the pot not what they got in the pop cooler
Pop my wrist so I can rock Mueller
Drop two in your top, wig shot 'till you stop moving
It's Conway, cocksucker, I'm not losing
My spot's proven
Lobster with the grouper
I'm like Pac when he popped them two troopers
Pull the coupe up, put the roof up
All black, Amari Cooper
I blank on the beats, I fuck the booth up
Hold the sales dirty or smelly
All my digi' scales dirty with resi'
Lil' bro got the Kel-Tec in his Pelle
He said, big bro, just tell me when you ready
Sauce, let the thoughts run loose
Stood on the stoop, two for fifteens
I move dope, kicks clean (See this)
Movin' stones, Jeff Fort
Rockin' white like I work in the mess hall (Fly shit)
Clothes from Ragamuffin
Don't get your muffin ragged for nothin', moe
We got Valiums bumpin'
Money growin' like ten heads
Playboy, niggas fornicate all year (That's a fact)
Fuck niggas be aware it's killers here
Givin' gym scars
Lavish patterns on the Louis scarf (Nigga)
Sauce hazardous, you been warned
All them shots lit off, y'all niggas hit nothin' (Nothin')
I'm Eddy with the pop, pop
LAX, killer Cali, got me fuckin' hoes in the Valley
Heist life, P double R
Run a star for his jewels and his car
I got the hustler's heart, mind sharp
Yo, yo, yo
Henny handle Hattori Hanzō
Vanna White on a Van Gogh
She's just a santos
Fishscale sample, shamo
Grams implode when the pan throw
Burns hot, abide by the code of ethics
Aesthetic supreme as your shorts
Porcelain Porsche Carrera truck on Pirellis, fire
Invented reminders, MacGyver
Turn your girl to a geyser
I don't know who tryna misguide you, son
Set your flattop on fire
Firearm made of carbon fiber
Crown covered in barbed wire, I'm wiser
Paper like a binder
Mind bender, kamada campo
Finish Kenzo
Beamer or the Benzo
Dominican bitch like tempo
Extendos for the church and next cinco
Turn your hard temple to techno
Just you wait you have your psuedo sonic Super Bowl
Loopholes got the-
Ayy, yo, I used to have to take the shank to the shower (To the shower)
The more powder you sell, the more power
You got a bad batch of dope, bitch it's sour
Fiends fallin' out by the hour
I got the best on the strip
Pregnant bitch tryna sell her wig for a hit
Everything I shoot, it got drums
Stop taggin' me with these niggas, these niggas bums (Bums)
(Lock and load)
Ayy, yo, fuck nigga, I'm the Flygod
You watch out the ride, we pull it, you gettin' robbed (Give me that shit, nigga)
Ralph ski suits from '92
I turned water to Ace, now who the fuck is you (Fuck is you)
More designer
Bulletproof sedan, backseats recliner
You couldn't pick me out the lineup (Nah)
Chanel mask on from Hitler 2
Cases of yellow labels, I'm still pissin' Veuv
Brown bags outta Bloomingdale's
'04, used to pop the trunk, have Ruger sales
Went to the feds and got stronger (Got stronger)
Free Black, he got thirty years longer (Longer)
Used to get the veggies out the kitchen
Shootouts like Reggie, nigga, I ain't missin'
Blood on the knives, we had to rinse 'em
Talkin' to the plug firm, nigga, send 'em (Nigga, send them shits, nigga)
A lot of you niggas is idiots
Ain't never had nothin'
Turn me up
(Fuckin' peon ass niggas)
(Bums)
Fuck all these niggas too, man, all y'all niggas
Look, I fuck with block movers
Thirty shots in the Glock, I send shots through you
I got killers, you got shooters (For real)
These Margielas, fella, I never rock Supra
I green light it, they pop Rugers
Soda in the pot not what they got in the pop cooler
Pop my wrist so I can rock Mueller
Drop two in your top, wig shot 'till you stop moving
It's Conway, cocksucker, I'm not losing
My spot's proven
Lobster with the grouper
I'm like Pac when he popped them two troopers
Pull the coupe up, put the roof up
All black, Amari Cooper
I blank on the beats, I fuck the booth up
Hold the sales dirty or smelly
All my digi' scales dirty with resi'
Lil' bro got the Kel-Tec in his Pelle
He said, big bro, just tell me when you ready
Sauce, let the thoughts run loose
Stood on the stoop, two for fifteens
I move dope, kicks clean (See this)
Movin' stones, Jeff Fort
Rockin' white like I work in the mess hall (Fly shit)
Clothes from Ragamuffin
Don't get your muffin ragged for nothin', moe
We got Valiums bumpin'
Money growin' like ten heads
Playboy, niggas fornicate all year (That's a fact)
Fuck niggas be aware it's killers here
Givin' gym scars
Lavish patterns on the Louis scarf (Nigga)
Sauce hazardous, you been warned
All them shots lit off, y'all niggas hit nothin' (Nothin')
I'm Eddy with the pop, pop
LAX, killer Cali, got me fuckin' hoes in the Valley
Heist life, P double R
Run a star for his jewels and his car
I got the hustler's heart, mind sharp
Yo, yo, yo
Henny handle Hattori Hanzō
Vanna White on a Van Gogh
She's just a santos
Fishscale sample, shamo
Grams implode when the pan throw
Burns hot, abide by the code of ethics
Aesthetic supreme as your shorts
Porcelain Porsche Carrera truck on Pirellis, fire
Invented reminders, MacGyver
Turn your girl to a geyser
I don't know who tryna misguide you, son
Set your flattop on fire
Firearm made of carbon fiber
Crown covered in barbed wire, I'm wiser
Paper like a binder
Mind bender, kamada campo
Finish Kenzo
Beamer or the Benzo
Dominican bitch like tempo
Extendos for the church and next cinco
Turn your hard temple to techno
Just you wait you have your psuedo sonic Super Bowl
Loopholes got the-
Ayy, yo, I used to have to take the shank to the shower (To the shower)
The more powder you sell, the more power
You got a bad batch of dope, bitch it's sour
Fiends fallin' out by the hour
I got the best on the strip
Pregnant bitch tryna sell her wig for a hit
Everything I shoot, it got drums
Stop taggin' me with these niggas, these niggas bums (Bums)
(Lock and load)
Ayy, yo, fuck nigga, I'm the Flygod
You watch out the ride, we pull it, you gettin' robbed (Give me that shit, nigga)
Ralph ski suits from '92
I turned water to Ace, now who the fuck is you (Fuck is you)
More designer
Bulletproof sedan, backseats recliner
You couldn't pick me out the lineup (Nah)
Chanel mask on from Hitler 2
Cases of yellow labels, I'm still pissin' Veuv
Brown bags outta Bloomingdale's
'04, used to pop the trunk, have Ruger sales
Went to the feds and got stronger (Got stronger)
Free Black, he got thirty years longer (Longer)
Used to get the veggies out the kitchen
Shootouts like Reggie, nigga, I ain't missin'
Blood on the knives, we had to rinse 'em
Talkin' to the plug firm, nigga, send 'em (Nigga, send them shits, nigga)
Credits
Writer(s): Demond Price, Grant Burgess, Jeff Mccall
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