Hold up, Spitfi on the smartphone Try to tell him it's a connection in real, you know what I'm saying? All this *** for real though These niggas ain't doing what we doing They having what we having nigga Yeah, Illusion Gang That's how they gonna do it man, paint a picture man That ain't even, you know what I'm saying? The store ain't even been renting, they living it You know what I'm saying? Pop Lord, man, the greatest He did it under the album Still eating and I just left the cab Bass on me baby, D-Rodge ain't got that pack Throw it up, leave it a wreck like a car crash Pouring on shot like a muffler Far back, he new to look baby, I don't do the jar dash Back 23, my *** selling like jar dash All blue Viper, I'm riding through dry land Cracking, red cracking, wet piping, what happened? Catch an enemy and shoot him in traffic Right by the nose, ain't using no napkin On Instagram, I'm famous just like I'm Sally I'm flipping diamond, yeah really, I'm having Near impossible, boots on my Savage Nigga out and then kick out, you paying payments I'm pumping, you run out Nigga at the Bentley, truck tinted out I'm about to *** up the city now Dropping that hot ***, I'll pop *** anytime Rocking that Polo, Manolo, I'm fresh as hell I'm with it, cracking the weed on the digi scale Trapping the shady, we known from the jingle bell Down back, I'm not bad for that luchi Pop Lord, just call me and wish me well Ayy, what they doing down there, shawty? Heard you going crazy, man We're supposed to say your name, ring your bell All through the system, and *** You don't poke this up What the hell you doing, bro? You gotta come home Man, this for y'all though You know what I'm saying? Yo, yo Free all my new In the trap house, count Hamilton Too much water around my neck, she can't handle it Fifteen-thousand, walk out the house like I have a brick Shot a saffron, I take a ninja like I'm Karenic Roll back and forth with no need, but don't heaven it Thank you for 10-1, then tell her you're the belly dance Still can't focus, then pop another head of this I made two great pounds, one massage trick One rock, bought the pound, I'm the one having it Still on TV, trapping it Me, G-Rabbin' it Selling wolf teeth, they scaffolding it And everybody know where it's headed at When you got a set, they tackling it I'm from the neck, then pad the bitch Cause I know lil' baby do it for the gram They suck on the dick and do it for a gram 300K followers on the gram She jump on your dick and do it for a band Damn, why did I pay the damn? Why did I lay with the damn? See her, don't speak to her Know where the exit, she keep it cool You know I got it, crank it But not about the dick, you can sit Crazy, make me sick Dog, you need to sit Yeah, a couple shimmy be the kicks Ridin' through the 6 in the 6 Ridin' through the 4 in the I-8 Still a couple dope on the hot plate You know what I'm sayin'? Take a nine out of that thing You know what I'm sayin'? Stuff it back in with the wet name And sell it a wet name Yeah