[Chorus]
Live for it, die 'bout my respect
Yeah she fine but I ain't impressed
Ooh, drinking that Hi-Tech
I'm on the grind, chasing that check
She give me that neck, it be wet
Brand new Rari, this ain't no 'Vette
Everything foreign, I got obsessed
He cuffin' her yeah, she under arrest
I'm the greatest, you the less
My drugs is designer, they the best
Covered in diamonds, VVS
Yeah I'm fly, private jet
Yeah I'm flawless, my diamonds they flawless
My whips they flawless, my chopper from New Orleans
[Verse 1]
These bitches so bad they don't need no makeup
Can't pay attention to these fuck niggas, had to pay cut
All this ice on me, goddamn a nigga caked up
I smoke gelato ice cream, and I'm drinkin' maple
That bitch a fool, thought I was her man, call her April
Fuck you thought, I ain't no Superman, ain't tryna save her
I'm ballin', drinkin' yellow purple in LA, Lakers
Iced out the time clock, I feel like Flava Flava
Ooh, look at my ice, it brought out the slime
Broke nigga better have money for bond
Called up the plug, I'm worth three tons
My nigga caught a body, still on the run
Stay on the sidewalk, it ain't fun
Big ahk, I grew up with choppers and bombs
Remember stealing and robbing for the crumbs
Still the same nigga without the funds
Twelve years old, I bought me a gun
I was sellin' the dope just as fast as it come
I was stuck in the hood but I know I'm the one
Lights off, gotta turn 'em on
When I was young, wanted to fuck Raven Symone
Now all of my bitches they bad to the bone
Got so many bricks I could build up a home
I drop off the pack in the hood then I'm gone
Live for it, die 'bout my respect
Yeah she fine but I ain't impressed
Ooh, drinking that Hi-Tech
I'm on the grind, chasing that check
She give me that neck, it be wet
Brand new Rari, this ain't no 'Vette
Everything foreign, I got obsessed
He cuffin' her yeah, she under arrest
I'm the greatest, you the less
My drugs is designer, they the best
Covered in diamonds, VVS
Yeah I'm fly, private jet
Yeah I'm flawless, my diamonds they flawless
My whips they flawless, my chopper from New Orleans
[Verse 1]
These bitches so bad they don't need no makeup
Can't pay attention to these fuck niggas, had to pay cut
All this ice on me, goddamn a nigga caked up
I smoke gelato ice cream, and I'm drinkin' maple
That bitch a fool, thought I was her man, call her April
Fuck you thought, I ain't no Superman, ain't tryna save her
I'm ballin', drinkin' yellow purple in LA, Lakers
Iced out the time clock, I feel like Flava Flava
Ooh, look at my ice, it brought out the slime
Broke nigga better have money for bond
Called up the plug, I'm worth three tons
My nigga caught a body, still on the run
Stay on the sidewalk, it ain't fun
Big ahk, I grew up with choppers and bombs
Remember stealing and robbing for the crumbs
Still the same nigga without the funds
Twelve years old, I bought me a gun
I was sellin' the dope just as fast as it come
I was stuck in the hood but I know I'm the one
Lights off, gotta turn 'em on
When I was young, wanted to fuck Raven Symone
Now all of my bitches they bad to the bone
Got so many bricks I could build up a home
I drop off the pack in the hood then I'm gone
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