MERCEDES

Me and bro in a blacked out Mercedes
We were spinning that shit on daily
If you owe me then lil nigga pay me
I got money like I'm from the 80s
But I know that you niggas fugazi
And I know that you don't wanna play me
Plus your girl tryna handle my babies
Me and bro in a blacked out Mercedes
We were spinning that shit on daily
If you owe me then lil nigga pay me
I got money I'm not from the 80s
But I know that you niggas fugazi
And I know that you don't wanna play me
Plus your girl tryna handle my babies
I use my third leg and tip toe in your lady

Bro I'm just candid
I'm thinking this through
I ain't taking no chances
I told YG to spin back again, why?
Cuz that's what a nigga commanded
And it's mad how my money expanded
Best believe I ain't take it for granted
I'm still praying to God everyday
Gotta make that shit back
That's the muhfucking standard
Know you gotta know how to adapt and
Get that paper and get that shit stacking
If I'm making it clean from the front
Or if I'm finessing and using the backend
I just do it like all of my mans did
I supply and these clients demanding
One hit of the light gon turn off his lights
Have a nigga looking stranded
In the club and she faking attraction
Can't you tell when a young nigga serious?
All these shawties be acting delirious
Just gimme brain, it's a learning experience
In the back with my shades all mysterious
Got security trying to query us
I got stopped cause my wrist an aquarium
Don't even mind I just find it hilarious
Watchu mean you don't trust my appearance
Is it cuz my car look like a Urus?
How you judge me for shit that I'm wearing?
Got security tryna come for us
We just hop in a Benz know we swerving
Give a fuck bout no goddamn insurance
On the mic yeah you know that I'm serving
I feel like Serena when I'm on a chorus

Me and bro in a blacked out Mercedes
We were spinning that shit on daily
If you owe me then lil nigga pay me
I got money like I'm from the 80s
But I know that you niggas fugazi
And I know that you don't wanna play me
Plus your girl tryna handle my babies
I use my third leg and tip toe in your lady

Post pins and I'm out of there fast
No a nigga cannot get the drop on me
Naija boy know we don't carry last
Can't see none of you niggas on top of me
No they didn't fuck with Roe in the past
Now they up in my comments high fiving me
Don't be mad if we pull up and crash
I got shooters outside for emergencies
I got shooters outside for emergencies,
Tryna turn white hoodies straight into burgundy
I can't even pressed bout no opps
Know I got bigger shit that's concerning me
I got real ones, I hope that they learn from me
I got budgets in 3 different currencies
I got plans for like two, three vacations
I can't even lie man I need the recovery

Me and bro in a blacked out Mercedes
We were spinning that shit on daily
If you owe me then lil nigga pay me
I got money like I'm from the 80s
But I know that you niggas fugazi
And I know that you don't wanna play me
Plus your girl tryna handle my babies
I use my third leg and tip toe in your lady



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