[Chorus: Calboy]
Thousand dollar Givenchys, you can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley
(Now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me, so I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty)
Block boy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty
[Verse 1: Calboy]
We got a whole lotta bullets, lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk
50k up in my jeans, it look like my pockets just got a new case of the mumps
I need that fetti on fetti, these niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks
Hope you ready, I'm ready, I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps
Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped
I made a million, it still ain't enough
I poured a four up to serve in my cup
These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up
Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up
I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up
I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up
We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit, boy
It's real in the field, better grab your stick
Lingo too cold, better grab your bitch
I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss
All this smoke, I gotta light one
All these opps, I gotta strike one
Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right ones
Cut 'em down back, got blood on my ones
We used to play in them hallways with the walkie talkies
Ayy, now we just hop gates when we hear walkie talkies
Money ain't in yo conversation, nigga then why we talkin'?
'Cause I be getting money too often
Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling
20K on shoes, I bought it
Throwin' in the face, she sour it
With the whole hundred racks on my shoulder
I go dumb in this bitch, retarded
Got a drum in this bitch, we sparkin'
Why you lyin' in the beef you started
I can't show no love, I'm heartless
I got money, that make me a target
Thousand dollar Givenchys, you can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me)
I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley
(Now I'm in a Bentley)
I heard they out to get me, so I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty)
Block boy known to get busy
Check out my drip, it cost fifty
[Verse 1: Calboy]
We got a whole lotta bullets, lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk
50k up in my jeans, it look like my pockets just got a new case of the mumps
I need that fetti on fetti, these niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks
Hope you ready, I'm ready, I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps
Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped
I made a million, it still ain't enough
I poured a four up to serve in my cup
These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up
Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up
I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up
I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up
We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit, boy
It's real in the field, better grab your stick
Lingo too cold, better grab your bitch
I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss
All this smoke, I gotta light one
All these opps, I gotta strike one
Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right ones
Cut 'em down back, got blood on my ones
We used to play in them hallways with the walkie talkies
Ayy, now we just hop gates when we hear walkie talkies
Money ain't in yo conversation, nigga then why we talkin'?
'Cause I be getting money too often
Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling
20K on shoes, I bought it
Throwin' in the face, she sour it
With the whole hundred racks on my shoulder
I go dumb in this bitch, retarded
Got a drum in this bitch, we sparkin'
Why you lyin' in the beef you started
I can't show no love, I'm heartless
I got money, that make me a target
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