It's that new free band, Illuminati I play by that legacy, having more stripes than a referee trapping a sport Go back to the basics, connect with the zoes, then we take over New York I'm leaving the scene, I'm peeping the scene, the Rari got too many horses Hold out a scheme and turn off the demons, we make it rain at the office My first Bentley coupe, I adapt it, a lot of commas and drummers, I'm average 40 pointers on me like a bad bitch, dip my numbers, my coupe is a gadget Ripping that bird like a maniac, young n***a asking for Xaniac Slide, what up, I'm hella dead, I'm in the spot with the grammy at I been there, they ain't hear me there, numero uno, millennium Straight out the zoo like the Jimmie them, they looking for strikers, don't hear me them I turn every n***a into a pop star, I'm in my glow I had swag up, I been one of none of y'all When I was broke, cash on me, I cash out on China wine and I can show it Bashing me, black girl not a big dog, I just throw it On a scatty pack, hunnid, bitty ass, I just blow it No ballistics, ain't suspicious, truth no witness, bad conditions *** a biscuit, don't be a statistic, came off the mission, high definition I bounce, my left wrist, I'm fancy My ring costs, it's pink like a ice cream I feel lost, this n***a got herself hostage I done got exhausted, running through the money All hundreds, I need to spend, cause they don't print them no more Be a model, go to court, cause I won't f*** with no more You not a wifey, I can't fall in love, no Stopped doing Miley in the ecstasy, I'm right back on it Cash my special cloth, I got diamonds on Bags of cash, like I'm serving theater, no Killers walk with me, I don't need a bodyguard I got all kind of international Send for pay, P.J. flight, that b***h fly Right wrist froze, like I got a ice pack on it Get a d*** of smoke, bite it like a bomb, a clock Drug dealers and scammers will never hunt my side They be right there with me Shooters right there with me See, 500 shots in VIP, when I'm in it Told the waitress don't drink liquor, I drink lean Aye, aye, aye, sup Aye, aye, aye, aye On that d***, who did you get the spear from? Aye, aye, who they got you on styrofoam? Aye, aye, who the first rapper to hood though? Aye, aye, who got more shooters than Al Capone? Aye, my dogs and feds talk on iPhone Aye, I rock baguettes cause I'm a rock star Sup, keep winning the head just like Zona I'm in a foreign door and don't uh I can't be caught around that s*** You D.I.E. you f*** with me I don't do runners, don't do Lisa Crank up the trap without the key Since you don't fight, I gotta hit it This b***h, I should still concede it Open your eyes when you eat it I get the spares and like a demon Stay in that wrist, made her pee-pee I'm just a ghetto boy like Pee-V That GT3 ain't go 260 I just love she texting me, she miss me Aye, aye, aye, aye Prepare, aye, aye, on that d*** Aye, aye, aye, aye Put up, aye, aye, on that d*** Aye, aye, aye, huh Aye, aye, aye, on that d*** Aye, aye, aye, sup Aye, aye, aye, on that d***