Turn me up, Primo. Let's get it.
Primo Beast on the track.
Ay, wilder, nigga.
Ah-ha!
What the * going on? Where my gun at?
Baby bottles in here got me feeling like a rug rat.
If they don't hit him in the head, then it's a love tap.
Hood rich niggas still quick to hit a hood rat.
They don't like me quite frankly, I don't give a *.
Last night, 30 minutes straight, I was counting up.
My nigga Drewski out here running through the Cali boxes.
One sign just had told me he need all exotics.
I just touched down in Cali and I got some buyers.
Common sense and a license and you getting hired.
If you caught me and you need it, then it's going down.
Seven days, I just ran through a hundred pounds.
Just cooked a quarter brick, ain't even had a mask on.
Can't do no hold, you know it's going fast, buddy.
Ain't counting up all day, I know I got a lot, though.
Rain, sleet, and snow, I'm still swerving through the potholes.
This nigga just slid down with the thigh holes.
They think they that, in reality, they not, though.
Mag and bank roll on me, but I left a scale.
I ain't no cash app, nigga, baby, send your Zill.
You at what you need, it's a lot of rhyme.
I be all through the city, but I'm from the town.
Love the ball plays, I still got a grim spot.
Walking like a fresh prince, stepping like I'm Hancock.
I was a half-knock, still made it out.
Made my mama proud, she know I made it count.
My credit excellent, nigga, and I don't scam.
You always gotta do it for the fam.
My brother in the FedMac selling wham-whams.
I be running through the Flintstones, nigga, bam-bam.
Down like the dark *, nigga, all ten.
Down even want perks, nigga, all fin.
I don't give a * about it, bitch, it's all fair.
Every time I touch down, bitch, I call in.
Every time you see niggas, put that call in.
Better ask about me, I don't do too much playing.
I don't do too much playing, nigga.
Wilder.
Hey, Ford, tell these niggas I don't do too much playing, nigga.
Hey, Ford, tell these niggas I don't do too much playing, nigga.
Wilder.