Intro Lyrics

Just got to LA

Soy un Jefe

Straight outta Detroit

Shout out Dilla and Dwele

Take 4 or 5 I ain't talkin the expressway

89 Porsche call it Ocho Nueve

Or the Jag GT

All Black 3 seat

Had to Retweet

Tag Vlad TV

If you did the Math you can add least 3

More Mill to the Deal and Subtract these weak a**

Cheap imitations

Misleading information

GMO Rappers wit their Artificial flavoring

Shackled by the chain call it Record label slavery

The game Sho'll is ugly that's word to Shug Avery

Out the foreign wit my left foot

Look at how the Chef Cook

My homie out in Edgewood

A Shooter like Westbrook

Getcha Necklace took

Can't say who Next But

You gone have to buy it back

So better bring ya Check book

Light breeze drivin High Speed

9 Keys in the shhh quiet please

Twelve pull behind me, I might flea

Like a 2 time felon going on Strike 3

Mash the gas pedal like the Taz Devil

Flawless glass bezel on the Sky Dwella

Hot Kettle, Why Settle When I'm High Level

This not Reggo, I'm checking my flight schedule

Cartier Buffs wit the bubble eyed lens

They Stare at the McLaren that's a butterfly Benz

I'on't take her on a date I just fuck her now and then

She think she Number 1, Multiply 10

Pop the Bellaire

Smell the fresh air

Lil grey in my chest hair

But who the F care

Long as check clear same day or next air

Accountant Call me when I get there

Just Mark it X square

Tatted up like a coloring book

I got so many I can't cover them up

Shiii Een ya bitch Snuck in a look

She Staring at my dick print to see

What's under the hood

All white ghost, seat and leather doors

Private Jet departing East headed North

All veggie plate but my minks to the floor

Gettin a Deep tissue massage and my feet pedicured nigga

Richard Millie got my wrist on chilli

4 S's in my garage like it's Mississippi

Let's get it Litty, gone head Split a Phillie

Hunned 50 on the bill, and I'on't even tip a penny

Franklin and ain't talkin bout Snow Fall

I'm more like O-Dog

Record Labels can't Low Ball

See I'on't know y'all

So no point in a Roll Call

I killed most y'all

Prolly In the first 4 bars

Ekonomics out for

Extra commas

I make Jeffrey Dalmer look like Clarence Thomas

You ain't never Met no one as fresh as I'm is

We Bring these beats to life like set designers

I use to catch the Marta Route 8

Now it's Hunneds wit the Blue Face

Plain watch wit the Hu Face

Shoebox we'on't do chase

Got these ho*s doing 2-ways

on my motherfucking pool table

Chains on my turtle neck

No phone calls I prefer to text

My lawyer say it ain't worth the sweat

Caught up in the Circus net

What if they were to plant percocet in one of these ho*s burkin bags

I'm a product of my environment

Where having a gun requirement

Is the reason why I'm riding wit it

Plus a nigga high

No point to try

And denying it

One Deadly Individual

Ready when applicable

You expendable

They'll find you buried like emerald

I'm running thru the whole summer

Coyote road runner

Nigga We been Posted up Way befo Tublr

If it wasn't fo the gram i wouldn't know none ya

Take the filters away and make a hoe humbler

I ain't pimp I'm a whore munger

A Million dollars worth of game nigga No jumper

Crown me King

Colombia Necktie make you drown in ya drink