Used to be a have-not, then I went and grabbed rock
Then I hit the trap and hit the flats, I'm selling crack shots
Put my rich ting in a 'Tayga, my Erdz ting a hater
My white ting holds the mash but I don't trust the neighbours
And I don't trust the neighbours
I keep waking 'em because I keep blazing flavours
And the weed be too loud
They think I'm growing weed, I think they're tryna get me raided
Nah baby, I'm just blazing
That bitch wanna link me, told her "Now or it's never"
I can give you when it's wet but when it's dry, it smokes better
Akhi's shook to serve me a box, he shoulda stayed in mosque
I got yola in the pot, I whip it soft and watch it lock
Niggas asking 'bout my sales, just to ask me for my help
I would never mention all them niggas, it just give 'em clout
G63, you hear the engine roaring
Before I was touring, I was out there touring
Looking for the cats around the map to have 'em scoring
From young I was balling, from young you was stalling
Influential but I ain't nothing like an influencer
Cah I got some cats up in the trap and bricks in the presser
Normally I'm counting racks, sitting on my dresser
And she holds the grub for me so now and then I always bless her
Man, you know me, I'm always bringing back results
Man, I know you niggas always bringing back some faults
The way I whip flake, you'd think that I'm a racist
He thinks that he's on job, I'll catch him on his day shift
Plastic surgery, I'll have to give a man a face-lift
Even if it means sitting on basic
These niggas can't trap, they just don't wanna face it
They're doing up dancing on TikTok
I'm sitting in the yard with a big Glock
There's a big difference, trust me
And watch out, them sweets ain't for infants
Don't touch with no gloves, you'll leave prints
Trust me, it's hard tryna school up the kids
They're ready to grip sticks with no gloves and just buss it
I'm tryna tell them "Nah", they don't listen so I'm like "Fuck it"
I was hardheaded as a kid
No one could tell me nothing, I was pressing on my stick regardless
Gloves or no gloves
I let it bang off with no gloves and had 'em ducking from the slugs
Used to be a have-not, then I went and grabbed rock
Then I hit the trap and hit the flats, I'm selling crack shots
Put my rich ting in a 'Tayga, my Erdz ting a hater
My white ting holds the mash but I don't trust the neighbours
And I don't trust the neighbours
I keep waking 'em because I keep blazing flavours
And the weed be too loud
They think I'm growing weed, I think they're tryna get me raided
Nah baby, I'm just blazing
