[Intro]
(Hey, where's rolo?)
Yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Japanese denim, that shit staying right on my body
Import a new whip, driving that Maserati
No Overcast, know that I ride with that tommy
You know I'm on go, I'm not talking 'bout KAMI
I know that boy is scared, he been calling for mommy
He want that beef, then we serve him pastrami
You don't wanna test me like my name was Johnny
He not a problem, that lil' nigga scrawny
Okay, finna switch up the flow, I'ma get in my bag if these niggas don't think I can do it
I'm not talking 'bout my label, but my niggas solving that problem, it's simple and stupid
The 7.62 left that boy toothless
I'm killing these beats, know that I've been ruthless
Been eating good, know I'vе been up in Ruth Chris
I let my bro know we finna shoot shit
Aiming that choppa, I feel like a mobstеr
Dreads in my hair, bitch, I feel like a rasta
I cut off my hoes, I cleared out the roster
He want that smoke, turn that boy to a foster
He want that smoke, turn that boy to a fossil
My money big, and this shit is colossal
Upping a toolie if we see a hostile
They singing my songs like they preaching a gospel
(Hey, where's rolo?)
Yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Japanese denim, that shit staying right on my body
Import a new whip, driving that Maserati
No Overcast, know that I ride with that tommy
You know I'm on go, I'm not talking 'bout KAMI
I know that boy is scared, he been calling for mommy
He want that beef, then we serve him pastrami
You don't wanna test me like my name was Johnny
He not a problem, that lil' nigga scrawny
Okay, finna switch up the flow, I'ma get in my bag if these niggas don't think I can do it
I'm not talking 'bout my label, but my niggas solving that problem, it's simple and stupid
The 7.62 left that boy toothless
I'm killing these beats, know that I've been ruthless
Been eating good, know I'vе been up in Ruth Chris
I let my bro know we finna shoot shit
Aiming that choppa, I feel like a mobstеr
Dreads in my hair, bitch, I feel like a rasta
I cut off my hoes, I cleared out the roster
He want that smoke, turn that boy to a foster
He want that smoke, turn that boy to a fossil
My money big, and this shit is colossal
Upping a toolie if we see a hostile
They singing my songs like they preaching a gospel
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