fuck nigga i just took the set
hit it with the shaq' attack: slam dunk!
it's nothing but 33 larry birds in the trunk
we trappin' and cappin' the top floor
why the trunk got it smelling like skunk?
they callin' up 12 he gon' mad
here take all these pocket rockets bitch
put him in yo' birkin bag
what you gon' do at the top floor
quavo you trippin' hell naw
i ain't gettin' caught with all this indo
my diamonds they flyin' like bobby and whitney
my bitch in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties
cuffin' and loving that bitch
i pull up to bando with bricks in a bent'
i stand round the trap like a fence
finessin' i run with the money
i'm wrappin' and shippin' the dummy
the kitchen i'm mixing them chemicals nigga no chemistry
rich niggas in paris they takin' them pictures
rich the kid still finessin'
got so many hoes on my line you think i'm fishing
turn around that thing gone missing
her and her start kissing
don't be standing near me in the club
got a crib without a ceiling when i hit it you gon' feel it
my new crib come with acres
gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand
you think i had a favor sump'n
i think it's a ghost in the city
i hustle i feel like i'm nipsy
send my young nigga kick through yo' back door
as anybody seen the pack lately
they knockin' my door like the candy lady
i don't know what the fuck want these niggas
these niggas be snitchin'
whippin' and cookin' up anna nicole
versace got me travelin' across the globe
the gas smellin' like it's fungus
shout out to all my connects in the hood i'm finally famous
shout out big sean and i don't mean the rapper that coke made me famous
they try to get me for the packs
i had to jump it straight out of the pot i be cookin' the oil
don't got no connect for you pussy ass niggas you'll never be loyal
beyonce with all of this money you know that i gotta big ego
robin hood i'm in the hood and i'm tryna look out for my people