Tag: Mike Amiri

G Herbo – Who Run It

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[Intro]
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, man?
This shit’s got the most views out of everything I’ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain’t never got no views on some shit out

[Verse 1]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin’
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin’
Yeah that boy gettin’ bread, Panera, somethin’
Landed in the GT, leer or somethin’
Put Posto in the Air or somethin’
Marry her, she have an affair
I’ma spin that ho like Pharris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain’t scared of nothin’
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack
Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin’
Gon’ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon’ realize it’s serious (blah, blah)
I ain’t even on that, period (period)
I’m makin’ millions, I’m serious (I’m makin’ millions)
That money come in various (furious)
Can’t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can’t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I’m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin’, that’s period
These niggas drippin’, that’s period
Nah, they can’t fly and I’m serious (serious)
They right behind, I’m serious (serious)
And I’m straight off the 9, now I’m serious
Who you gon’ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I’m curious (I’m curious)
Better think ‘fore you bust at me
If you miss, I’ll clap a 50 and, man, now I’m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin’ the barriers (breakin’ the barriers)
If you grabbin’ that toy, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide in that Porsche on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[Verse 2]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)
My son ain’t gotta work because he gon’ inherit it, uh huh (gon’ inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don’t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin’ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin’ with y’all, that’s a parody
We don’t talk too much, got D’s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G’s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV’s everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiri’s, every pair
And they know me for shittin’ on everybody
I’m the one that do shit that you hear about
I’m the one that told y’all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why the got the [?]
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain’t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin’ Benihana’s
Get valet and Lil’ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I’m ballin’
My bitch always primpin’, keep ballin’
Yes I’m a lil’ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20’s
I’ma just make her count all of ’em
But I get the backend all blues
Nah don’t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it’s goin’ right to lil’ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain’t get the view
I’m like, "Fuck it, no problem, it’ll do"
Mama’s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain’t get to move
I survived through it all, it’s true (yes, it’s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I’m cool, now I’m ‘bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin’ on me, but it’s bool
Guess I got rich too soon
Nigga, I’ve been rappin’ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin’ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ’cause I switched wheels?

[Outro]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I’m done with this shit

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Beast Mode (feat. PnB Rock & NBA Youngboy)

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[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I don’t gotta do it
NBA gon’ follow up, but nigga Rock’ll do it
Yeah, but fuck it I’ma do it
I got a 40 with a drum and I know how to use it
It go, with the beat, I told ’em, "It’s the music"
See the pinky ring when I throw up the W
I gotta keep a pistol in my Bentley coupe, yeah
Don’t get too comfortable, yeah
My Patek too flooded up, yeah
Got a Rollie but I fucked it up, yeah
We don’t know about a 1 on 1
We don’t fuck with them if they don’t fuck with us, yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
Huh, man I swear I be so faded
I almost forgot that I was famous
Last night I almost popped a nigga
He got too close, he had a hoodie on, he wanted a picture
He ain’t even think that I was about to smoke him like a fucking swisher
I can’t afford it, I got a daughter, you won’t catch me slippin’
Yeah, I should be gettin’ realer, I be gettin’ richer
But I just spent up on my neck could pay a bitch tuition
All my diamonds, they be dancin’ like they New Edition
I mix the Louis and Supreme, that’s limited edition
Fuck ya bitch and now ya bitch, she missin’
Yeah, mothafucka I’m in…

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Fuck her with my jeans on, fuck her with my chains on
She like how I be kicking she might think that I’m from Hong Kong
Everybody turn yo’ power off if yo’ phone’s on
Hoe you gon’ get slapped up in yo’ shit using the wrong tone
PnB got us all Milly Rocking with his song on
A Boogie just walked up in the party with his hoodie on
You know me, rollin’ off a pill, strapped up with that chrome
Hoe, don’t walk up smilin’ in my face if I can’t take you home
Baby girl I’m leaning right now on a 4
You know I’m going hard when it’s time for beast mode
I’m turnt up, I’m out my body, I’m in crunch mode
40 Glock up in my pocket you don’t wanna know

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & PnB Rock]
Beast mode (yeah) go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code
Huh, I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothafuckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

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Yeah, yeah
Here we go
Ha ha ha
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
Props to my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My nigga is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When your album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs ’til I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low tip nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I done did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear ’em talk but I don’t believe ’em
New car so I’m gonna leave ’em
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand
Uh, fuck up off me
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a wrong one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got the bed buddy flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the Reup up at the Fendi store
Fuck the Reup up on Chanel
Fuck the Reup up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the Reup on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trapping and pitching?
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillipe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
Now I got ’em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
Phone jumpin’ gotta bag it up quickly
Bag that up

Beast mode – A boogie wit da Hoodie lyrics

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Lyrics A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Beast mode

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.

I don’t gotta do it
NBA gon’ follow up, but nigga Rock’ll do it
Yeah, but f*ck it I’ma do it
I got a 40 with a drum and I know how to use it
It go, with the beat I told ’em it’s the music
See the pinky ring when throw up the W
I gotta keep a pistol in my Bentley coupe, yeah
Don’t get too comfortable, yeah
My Patek too flooded up, yeah
Got a Rollie but I f*cked it up, yeah
We don’t know about a 1 on 1
We don’t f*ck with them if they don’t f*ck with us, yeah.

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeah.

Huh, man I swear I be so faded
I almost forgot that I was famous
Last night I almost popped a nigga
He got too close, he had a hoodie on, he wanted a picture
He ain’t even think that I was about to smoke him like a f*cking swisher
I can’t afford it, I got a daughter you won’t catch me slippin’
Yeah, I should be gettin’ realer, I be gettin’ richer
But I just spent up on my neck could pay a b*tch tuition
All my diamonds they be dancin’ like they New Edition
I mix the Louis and Supreme that’s limited edition
f*ck ya b*tch and now ya b*tch she missin’
Yeah, mothaf*cka I’m in…

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe versuri-lyrics.info
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.

f*ck her with my jeans on, f*ck her with my chains on
She like how I be kicking she might think that I’m from Hong Kong
Everybody turn yo’ power off if yo’ phone’s on
Hoe you gon’ get slapped up in yo’ s**t using the wrong tone
PnB got us all milly rocking with his song on
A Boogie just walked up in the party with his hoodie on
You know me, rollin’ off the pills, strapped up with that chrome
Hoe, don’t walk up smilin’ in my face if I can’t take you home
Baby girl I’m leaning right now on a 4
You know I’m going hard when it’s time for beast mode
I’m turnt up, I’m out my body, I’m in crunch mode
40 Glock up in my pocket you don’t wanna know.

Beast mode (yeah)
Go beast mode
Ballin’ so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh)
I got the cheat code
Spent two bands on some mothaf*ckin’ jeans hoe
Those is Mike Amiri jeans though
Yeah, bad little b*tch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico
Yeah, she a freak hoe (huh)
I don’t really wanna fall in love with a freak hoe
Yeah, she a freak hoe
Huh, ballin’ so hard they gon’ think I got the cheat code
They gon’ think I got the cheat code, yeahhh.
A boogie wit da hoodie lyrics
Video mode

Dave East – Phone Jumpin (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Paranoia Album)

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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up

Dave East – No Hook (feat. G Herbo & Don Q)

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[Verse 1: Don Q]
I ain’t with the favors
I got guala to make
I’m ’bout a dollar nigga
Nothing on my collar is fake
I set the city on fire, before dropping the tape
Everything count, I even played the block with the shake

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Bottles of Ace
I’m thinking imagine if I was born rich
I’d had on baby Louis Vuitton kicks
My daughter got ’em
Got dollars to make your mom strip
The FED’s on me now every monday the car switch

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Thousand dollar stash
Hit the AC, but car shift
That’s just for the gas, yeah the 40 on my arm still
I had 40 cash like the year before my prom year
Stuffing clips downwards in my jeans
Cause my mom’s near

[Verse 4: Don Q]
Oh yeah, the lion out the cage in rare form
Trap till the tan gone
Celly cell, we was hands on
Remember buying wet work, bagging up with the fan on
We was just tryna make move enough to make a sandstorm
I plan on buying my mother coupes in a month or two
Coming through in a Hummer new wintertime but it’s summer blue
Woo, the teachers said I wouldn’t be shit
You know the crazy part about it I believed it

[Verse 5: G Herbo]
I was in the trenches, kicks red but I wasn’t bleeding
Playing life or death with my niggas I ain’t leave ’em
Couple show they heart wasn’t right but I ain’t need them
Can’t say I ain’t loyal, can’t say I ain’t feed ’em
Wolf against the sheep, gon’ either kill ’em or gon’ breed ’em
One thing ’bout them shots, you give ’em out and you receive ’em
Don’t leave out the house, if you without know you need it
Think you only going around the block gon’ be the reason

[Verse 6: Dave East]
I was popping blue devils, Coach K ain’t recruit me
I skipped right to Balmain ain’t copped too many nudies
Ten cars outside, and they all foreign
Took a Gem Star, went to school like y’all don’t wanted
I was Bishop in the hall when he pressed Q
Balenciagas sweatsuits, too many losses they won’t respect you
Money get low, watch how quick them bitches neglect you
He paid 38 for a brick, it felt special
But a nigga like me, I don’t know no other
Pillow cases with the horses match the Polo covers
The Aston Martin was the same color as cocoa butter
Pack on me by myself, I was a dolo pumper

[Verse 7: G Herbo, Dave East & Don Q ]
16, we stopped the competing and sold it in bundles
Money coming out of question who a 100 and humble
We dumping and rumble not the one to compare with these niggas
Fendi monster, my jacket looking like it’s staring at niggas
And my shoes Fendi, Mike Amiri denim, my jewels drippy
Cuban link with a few diamonds changes of cool 60
Brought my tour for 2 60, gotta front me 2 60
Just for us to start the promo
Before we even choose city
Off white jacket back block, I got your boo with me
Def Jam gave me a million already blew a 50
Too; grippy, my mood switchy don’t move silly
I cruise Bentley, foreign only, I got too picky
It’s survival of the fittest
Rental house ain’t tryin’ pitch it
I got powder for the sniffers
Just a rider on a mission