[Intro]
Off that vanity
With choppers cause calamity, and folks gon' lose they sanity
I’m stoned in Los Angeles, where bitches lose they sanity
With choppers cause calamity, yeah
[Chorus]
So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Check inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin’ at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man)
When you winnin', they gon' talk that shit, don't give a damn (ayy)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm turned up, want that Pusha T type confidence
Rappers want be competition, chopper change your composition
Turned up, I don't need to hear no opposition
Crib look like the spot to fish in, fishscale that I got from bitches
I’m turned up, feelin’ large, y'all fuck boys don’t try no shit
That victory mirage, it's not real life, I'll fry your shit
I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat, I had a lil beef I'm knockin’ my list off
Shawty just came to crib, she saw all the whips and asked why I'm pissed off
Bitch, I got scars, they don't want me in charge
We started this with bars, blues on me like Avatar
Someone stopped me in the street, thought they'd seen a shootin' star
That's just me inside my car, I smoke big backwood cigars, hey
Off that vanity
With choppers cause calamity, and folks gon' lose they sanity
I’m stoned in Los Angeles, where bitches lose they sanity
With choppers cause calamity, yeah
[Chorus]
So proud of myself, I just went jugged me fifty grand (grand)
Check inside my pocket, I'm a walkin' bidness man (man)
Lookin’ at my chopper, y'all don't want the bidness, man (man)
When you winnin', they gon' talk that shit, don't give a damn (ayy)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm turned up, want that Pusha T type confidence
Rappers want be competition, chopper change your composition
Turned up, I don't need to hear no opposition
Crib look like the spot to fish in, fishscale that I got from bitches
I’m turned up, feelin’ large, y'all fuck boys don’t try no shit
That victory mirage, it's not real life, I'll fry your shit
I feel like a beast, I turn up the heat, I had a lil beef I'm knockin’ my list off
Shawty just came to crib, she saw all the whips and asked why I'm pissed off
Bitch, I got scars, they don't want me in charge
We started this with bars, blues on me like Avatar
Someone stopped me in the street, thought they'd seen a shootin' star
That's just me inside my car, I smoke big backwood cigars, hey
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