00'-20'

Really don't see no comp near me
(No)

I keep it a band so they can't compete
(Real)

Outfit on fleek dripped down LV

Can't fuck with me get off LSD
(Hallucinating)

Wake up to the bag yeah I'm counting up racks
(Stacks)

Slim thick bitch her stomach on flat
(Slim)

Screaming out my name when I hit from the back

I'm a real big 'flexer I need me a plaque
(Yeah)

These niggas really not fucking with me
Just like my Glock, I stay with the heat
They really bench warmers no they not elite
On my way to the top like a penthouse suite

Straight from the gutta yeah I gotta get it
(Trenches)

Rent time coming had run up the digits
(Hustle)

I know why they mad they see that I'm winning
(Hate)

Why these niggas try to blemish my image
(Don't know)

I'm killing the game they want me to stop
(Why?)

I really been had the rap game on lock

Trap got exotic pull up and come shop
(Right now)

Try to run off like soda get popped
(Zay what you driving) why do it matter
(You hear what they say) shit they a non factor
(When he turn gangsta') he just good actor

Smoke me a 'p now now I'm high up to Saturn
(Up there)

Back with the shit step on y'all necks
(Hey)

Balling like Nike yeah we both got a check
(Yeah)

Too much green got me thinking I'm shrek
(Damn)

Swear you got a bag Mandela effect
(Never)

Sushi gang yeah I'm speaking it raw
(Real)

Drip like me man that shit gone cost
(Yeah)

Diamonds real froze ain't never gone thaw
(Never)

Gelato got me doing 360 John wall
(Tweaking)

Doing the dash in the pack all black
(Scat pack)

Damn Bigg Zay why you do em' like that
(Flexing)

Chilling with my feet up counting up racks
(Right now)

I'm blitzing everywhere Ray Lewis get a sack
(A bag)

I'm showing off my muscle yeah I'm built like that
(Like that that yeah I'm built like dat)

I'm on another level no smoke can't match
(Can't match nah y'all level been passed)



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Writer(s): Chris Orr
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