Intro Lyrics by BossMan Dlow
Everything I rap, I done seen or done it
Your trap ain’t doin’ nothin’ like Chick-fil-a on Sunday
Boy I’m on your top, you could merch that shit
Talkin’ bout what I got, I put in work for this shit
I ain’t talk down on nobody, I just ran my check up
The vette got red guts, tell them boys to catch up
It’s rules in this shit when it come to bossin’ up
You can’t ever trust a bitch that talk too much
You gotta stay on they top to keep from goin’ under
Stay humble with this shit ’cause God’ll take it from you
Gotta keep niggas out your business, niggas be super goofy
All this money I don’t know how to act, just like a Tubi movie
Before I give a hoe a bag, I blow a bag in Louis
Remember them boys had the ball, they ain’t even alley-oop me
This shit goin’ on, this shit spectacular nigga
We drive Rolls Royces like they Acuras nigga
We don’t talk on iPhones ’cause they tappin’ em nigga
I was ridin’ Nissan, now I’m turnt to the maximum nigga
Ten piece chicken every pocket, this bitch swingin’ like McDonald’s
Fuck nigga, no I can’t be guarded, I’m Dlow Wembanyama
(It’s a half a mil in that bag right there nigga, it’s another quarter mil in that bag back there.)
I won’t beef with none of these pussy niggas just point me to the chicken
I seen my young nigga Christmas list, only thing on there was switches
Take them fake ass Louis shoes off, you ain’t gotta fake kick it
Get in the pot and hit that bitch with a stiff arm like I’m Derrick Henry
Boy, we really havin’ shit
Pull off in a Hellcat doin’ magic tricks
Get your own motion, you ain’t gotta ask for shit
Walk in the dealership, I’m payin’ cash for this
(Real street nigga, I ain’t had a dollar to my motherfuckin’ name nigga, now I walk in Benz nigga, and I grab 250 out that bag and buy that bitch out right the showroom.)
Nigga, let’s get some things straight
Punch a nigga in his shit, then bond out the same day
Nigga, I told the plug keep it comin’
All these pink and blues on me look like Easter Sunday
Boy, you hear them horses when I start it up
Still will pull a juug quick, like baby, “You party or what?”
You better book me if you want to bring the streets out
I hit Johnny with 200 to switch my teeth out
(Nigga this shit really goin on, nigga this shit huge, nigga. I might wake up today and count 600 nigga. And I go to Rolls Royce and blow that same 600 tomorrow nigga. The motherfuckin’ biggest nigga, fuck you talkin bout nigga, motion. Talkin’ bout that bitch nigga, your bitch look one time nigga that bitch good as gone nigga. We them niggas putting on nigga, got this shit goin’ on nigga. Humble nigga, but I pop my shit, you fuck niggas can’t fuck with me nigga, straight up. Free the real niggas up the road, merk city, you know what the fuck goin’ on, 46 Za, nigga.)
