portions Lyrics

I been getting higher than usual, fighting like judo, bank account sumo

Digging the yard like a blue nose, not two, uno, give me my kudos

Money stand taller than Pluto, grinding like Juco, pushing a two-door

Niggas, they sweeter than glucose, see me, I'm solo, let go, then reload

Said you a dog, you a poodle, sad but it's true though, hot like the roof on

Left me for dead, but it's cool though, flex with my suit on, putting my crew on

Put me through hell, but I know inside of your eyes, you know you can't do wrong

Living inside your head like a new comb, so close, yet so far gone

So many hoes inside the crib, it look like a group home

I fly with the owls, got my hoot on

I'm stepping in mud, put my boots on

I'm setting the tone, I got me a new phone, molding my own, like silicone

I'm rocking chrome, and she got the cheetah on, brown skin hoe, look like Nia Long

Racks on my arm, it's hard for her to leave me alone, drip like the heater on

Don't look too long, you gone, you think you might've seen the ghost, she tryna eat a soul

All black fit like an EMO

Ass so fat, got the GMO

Can't fit the racks in the peacoat

Who is that outside the peep hole?

It might be the people, got so many C-notes, they think it's illegal

Bitch, I'm the boss, yeah, you just the CEO, they going wherever he go

She giving throat, always 'til her knees swole, low key, it's boosting my ego

My jacket iridescent like a beetle, all orange, my baby, eat you like a Cheeto

Pussy bald, like it went through chemo, and sometimes, baby, I wan' be by my 'lone

I can't condone all of this shit on my own, I really need you right now, answer the phone

Can you tell me if you wanna be gone? You know sometimes a dog just wanna bone

Ice on, like the lights on, nice one, right? Wrong, where my fight song?

Bye-gones gon' be bye-gones, pipe down, I ain't done, I'm an icon

Bite ya like a python, striker right now, to excite ya

I got eyes of a tiger, fighter pilot, my side is higher

Crown on, like Messiah, diamonds shining, yeah, I got the finest

Shots off, send the sirens, crisis, one moment for the silence

Down one, yeah, we minus

Sick and tired of the violence, dying, buy in more to the guidance

Hop out fresh, just like Trident, riding giant, yeah, like I'm Midas

I ain't biased, I'm just honest

Me and you, yeah, we chronic

Draped in onyx, in designer, slimy, I got a wifey, fine China

We ain't rivals, we just tired of crying and lying, diving off the high end

Moving presidential like Biden, she talking spicy like she spit cayenne

Took the loose ends, then we tied it, we never losing, we always win

Cap got a suede, moose color, brim, I'm dunking shit, yeah, I stay above the rim

Different colored bands like M&M's, I give her thrill, yeah, she like how I feel

One day, I'll have a house in the hills, without a deal, I ain't ready to chill

Out to kill, out to get me a mil', collect the bills, so cold that I'm ill

Break the glass, like Shaquille O'Neal, I ain't got no fears, yeah, it's just how it is

Off the grill, blowing smoke like a sear, ain't breaking seals, we ain't popping no pills

Chandelier, yeah, on a lier

Hit the rear, yeah, check the mirror

Keep it clear, yeah, shed a tear

My bitch so top tier, cold like Siberia, no, it can't stop here

You getting bold, I know you ain't serious, just know I don't believe ya

Know we on go, push up the road, just like a speed demon

She touch her toes, know she gon' blow, left with a nose bleeding

Outside, 80 degrees in a wife beater, I don't even like people

Put this shit on with a light season, get around me, you might fight sneezing

Your hoe looking at me, she sight-seeing, handle my balls, she Kyrie-ing

Ten out of ten, got ten dime pieces, it look like a pipe meeting

Pole, it look like a park meter, me and your hoe in a two-seater

My niggas starving, they all heathens, fuck around, flash out for no reason

We'll never ever be even, you're only around 'cause the load easy

Drip so hard, then I soak in it, move like the pope and the bros with me

Y'all don't want smoke, y'all got no chimney, y'all don't want to float, all y'all low really

Money make all y'all go silly, riding in a coupe with a ghost in it

Your bank account looking a lil' empty, that shit don't even hold one penny

Just know that my blood hold no envy, and that my story got no ending