Tyler made it big
I hit some gas last night, they put me on my ass
I had to call that nigga back
Ain't really my plug, but lil' homie keepin' some drugs
So I just be buyin' his apps
I hit his line, he hated them bitches
This time he say, fine, just bring me a stick
Yeah, yeah, thought he was gon' try me like Twitter
You know I been playin' with the racks
My other lil' partner say he got that act
Can't say that to me, let me see where it's at
When we on that lane, if you tweet, we gon' clap
We toast with two threes with them KC's and Mac
This old double boy shawty, they hit Ricky back
We done boys in the hood, I'm the boy with the strap
You ain't makin' no noise, you is not on the map
You ain't makin' no noise, boy, you been overlapped
I'm still runnin' circles round these niggas
Cause what they be doin' not makin' no sense
Pay for a feature, I'm textin' my hand
All right, now, like, nah, don't give that nigga *
Still eatin' gin, that's your wish for havin' me
But this all these * got me rich
Best in St. Louis, lil' niggas, you stupid hot dog
You ain't tryin' to put me in that lease
I'm tryin' to go down as one of the greatest
These niggas be fakin' moose fashion like this
Nah, I ain't coppin' your rollie, though
This real rodeo, just a lil' pound on my wrist
But on my other one, this real couple
I'm Cuban Lane Bracer, you see how it gets
And with these diamonds inside of my ear
My chain and my charm, I'm still a-walkin'
You outta your mind, you try that with me
And you dyin', come test me and see if I'm lyin'
Bitch, like, yeah, I am
But I done laid back from the hood
Cause I swear it ain't like old time
Holy, we trippin' and somebody stitchin'
They findin' out too much, so who droppin' diamonds?
Should be a shame
Niggas act like yo gang
And they switchin' the blink of an eye
Keep this in mind, they want me when they have a dime
Now these hoes be on my bumper
I got this lil' groupie
She bad, but she be with the goofy
So I ain't even give her my number
That made me wonder
I know they been peepin' my comments
Where someone bout to fill a fish
Lil' baby, listen
You probably don't know what you gettin'
And it ain't really for killin' bitches
But we crunchin'
Whoever steppin' my way
If you knew better, do better
Wait, it's too late
Hold on, like, you have no bitches for days
I'm on a whole new level, you cannot hit
So watch what you say
Cause you might just get beat up
I'm feelin' like Lorna, like Raleigh White beat
Bitch, I'm feelin' like Rocky
Inside of the freezer
I feel like Icy
Cause my eyes got me teed up
What's up?
Where you at, nigga?
I'm in the yard right now
Which one you in?
I'm somewhere new
I'm somewhere mad
That was fun