[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it (Lil Rece produced it)
[Verse 1: Larry June]
Product of the motherfuckin’ g-a-m-e (G-a-m-e)
In my city, no security, nigga, fuck do you mean?
You ain’t got to play this shit, you a bitch anyway
Sold it off moowops (Yee hee), weed, and yay (Uh)
Bounced out so clean, bitch had to choose (Man)
Never really fixin’ shit, but I packed the tool (But I packed the tool)
When I pull out my .50, I act a fool (Numbers)
Sideways through the Point (Err), Molly G, what it do?
And this plate bussdown, it got crabs and shit (It got crabs and shit)
If you ridin’ dirty, don’t smoke in the whip (Numbers)
Don’t make you a bitch, nigga, that make you smart (Make you smart)
Stay on your toes (Stay on your toes), dodge the narks (Dodge the narks)
Real street nigga, you can tell by the lingo
Top down, pearl white, six, I’m on Pico
Used to live on enkos, paper like Kinkos
Three-thousand dollars for the Burberry peacoat
Stuntin’ is the usual (Usual), lil nigga, who is you? (Who is who?)
Plottin’ on a m-ball (M-ball), but I need a few
Thirty motherfuckin’ days, tryna stacks these fuckin’ leis
Chips (Chips), dip (Dip), basically you got to pay me
Choppa lined ‘em up, like the barber D. Rose (Good job)
In a concierge (Damn) weed smoke on my clothes (Ooh, numbers)
You niggas fake, weird, I can’t fuck with bro (I can’t fuck with bro)
You niggas way too old to be this broke (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
It’s been a lot of interceptions, we gon’ need a private jet (Need a private jet)
What’s next? They got houses in the Hill, private chef
Eatin’ good, told the bitch slide through for the neck
Like a jail call, bitch, I collect
Both cellphones ringin’, and it’s all for a check (Check)
‘Bout to knock a teacher bitch (Ooh), just to fuck her on the desk (Good job)
If I text back quick, baby, you blessed (Blessed)
Sexy ass bitch (Yeah), all she know is finesse, numbers
Lil Rece produced it (Lil Rece produced it)
[Verse 1: Larry June]
Product of the motherfuckin’ g-a-m-e (G-a-m-e)
In my city, no security, nigga, fuck do you mean?
You ain’t got to play this shit, you a bitch anyway
Sold it off moowops (Yee hee), weed, and yay (Uh)
Bounced out so clean, bitch had to choose (Man)
Never really fixin’ shit, but I packed the tool (But I packed the tool)
When I pull out my .50, I act a fool (Numbers)
Sideways through the Point (Err), Molly G, what it do?
And this plate bussdown, it got crabs and shit (It got crabs and shit)
If you ridin’ dirty, don’t smoke in the whip (Numbers)
Don’t make you a bitch, nigga, that make you smart (Make you smart)
Stay on your toes (Stay on your toes), dodge the narks (Dodge the narks)
Real street nigga, you can tell by the lingo
Top down, pearl white, six, I’m on Pico
Used to live on enkos, paper like Kinkos
Three-thousand dollars for the Burberry peacoat
Stuntin’ is the usual (Usual), lil nigga, who is you? (Who is who?)
Plottin’ on a m-ball (M-ball), but I need a few
Thirty motherfuckin’ days, tryna stacks these fuckin’ leis
Chips (Chips), dip (Dip), basically you got to pay me
Choppa lined ‘em up, like the barber D. Rose (Good job)
In a concierge (Damn) weed smoke on my clothes (Ooh, numbers)
You niggas fake, weird, I can’t fuck with bro (I can’t fuck with bro)
You niggas way too old to be this broke (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
It’s been a lot of interceptions, we gon’ need a private jet (Need a private jet)
What’s next? They got houses in the Hill, private chef
Eatin’ good, told the bitch slide through for the neck
Like a jail call, bitch, I collect
Both cellphones ringin’, and it’s all for a check (Check)
‘Bout to knock a teacher bitch (Ooh), just to fuck her on the desk (Good job)
If I text back quick, baby, you blessed (Blessed)
Sexy ass bitch (Yeah), all she know is finesse, numbers
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