Intro

(Yeah)
(K6)
(PHB)
(What's hannin')
Uh, I'm right here gang, we steady puttin' on while they maintain
Uh, in the same frame, bars go hard like chain gang (Same frame)
Uh, in Tulane, big body man I take two lanes (Skrt)
Uh, they too lame, these niggas ain't got no game (Uh)
And that's tragic (Tragic)
I'm passing these hoes like Magic (Like who)
For the Zaza you know that I'm taxing (Say what)
My hoes belong in a pageant (They do?)
My flows belong on the Grammy's (That right)
My floor it gotta be granite (Let's go)
And the countertops gotta be matching (Let's Go)
It's the Houze you know that we fancy (PH)
Kick her out, you know that we Pam'ing (Pam)
We going door to door to door like we spamming (Yeah)
If that nigga a dummy we crashing (Yeah)
They gon ride on the flow like Aladdin (Yeah)
We ain't even pressed bout the nigga, he panicked (Yeah)
I ain't even get to tell him what's gon happen (Yeah)
I call that bitch Fenty she a savage (Yeah)
I pressed up my bumper on RiRi (RiRi)
Y'all already know I got E.T. (Know that)
Diamonds they pointing like 'hehe' (Pointers)
Just hit the block did a 3-peat (3-peat)
That's three flips in one week (One week)
Cash is in Jeep's and Hum-V's (Hum-V)
These niggas sweet like honey (Oh yeah)
Our shoes in the street can't run these (Run these)
We having good game like Auntie (Auntie)
I bagged all the numbers can't crunch these (Crunch)
I'm kicking my shit I mean punting (Punt)
My goons are good-will hunting (Hunt)
I'm sitting back smoking Runty (Yeah)

(Ha yeah)
(That's how you start a tape)
(Yeah)
(K6 what's hannin)
(PHB)
(Penthouze Muzic)
(Uh, yeah)
(Yeah, uh, uh)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Uh, uh)



Credits
Writer(s): Gerard Marshall
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