1 scale

yeah

all i need is one scale

a couple bales

came in this shit by myself

dolph

why you fuck his girl? uh

shit

'cause i'm a player

quarterback

no nfl

drippy in chanel

playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl

elevator was too crowded

so i took the stairs

the whole industry was hatin'

so now i give 'em hell

business man

i invest a whole million in the mail

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

i-i-i treat bitches like some shoes

i cop 'em by the pairs

she like when i grab her neck and pull her by her hair

in my city

i'm more important than the fuckin' mayor

ten years straight

i set the prices on the kush

i swear

i got your bitch lookin' for flippa

i let her ride like a bicycle

i pulled out and bust on her dimples

quarter milli' for this richard

i had to run up them digits

niggas know that i'm the sickest

bitches know that i'm the littest

whip my dick out and piss on your feelings

i heard that lil' nigga from memphis

i heard he used to trap in fendi

i heard he went to jail in a bentley

straps with me in new york city

lil' black nigga with all this fuckin' paper on me

man

what the fuck they mean

man?

i can't go out like that

huh

hold up

bangin' l's

swangin' scales

shakin'

got residue in my nails

started gettin' real money

we bustin' bales

everybody on the floor know the smell

uh

dropped out of high school

had to start bringin' my glock

couldn't show and tell

uh

big bro got life in the feds

can't talk on the phone

but he know his will

walked out the trap with a big ol' bag

'til i pop in the house

i was on the sale

we was sinnin' on sunday

that bitch in my hand

but i'm sinnin' in my head

know i'm gon' prevail

uh

if i call her house phone

tell her bring that bitch out cocked

then my mama will

i was eighteen

my og seen me hop out the benz or a bonneville

i bought a mansion

pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout

i'm hot as hell

shh

you gon' do some time

niggas probably tell

fuck it

this lifestyle

know i probably will

i'm in new york with my nigga dolph

he rockin' wop

but his neck on gabbana still

i'm rockin' christian dior with a bag full of blues

all black but it's prada still

i'm in the 'raq

benihana

don't eat at hamada

see opp

he get probably killed

told lil' bro come out with me in bally

get out the 'raq

he might come near

catch a body still

i'll pull up on your home in a lam' smokin' out a sack

arch her back

disappear

artifact

i ain't comin' with shit but my pipe and a box of mags

twenty on me

that's my starter pack

gettin' too much money

we ain't tryna make arch-rivals

you know we spark ride

i was outside and that's the reason we won battles

nigga

we weren't part-time

got a youngin

he only send straight at you

you ain't never heard that snake rap?

on a nigga head

then we just can't catch you

spin twice

mad as fuck

we went straight past you

ever tried to kill a nigga just 'cause you had to?

leanin' up in the clubhouse like rascal

everybody rich as fuck

ain't nothin' past due

i could go grab a m from my mama pad too

let me see what you gon' do

we could team-tag two

oh

you ain't with the shit

have somebody blast you

kel-tec on my lap

if god bless you

i tag you

have you fillin' the bag with your fast food