Getta Beats Ridin' 'round, two straps with a- You would miss me all the time when I ain't- (Yeah) Yeah, alright, got it (Yeah), yeah Yeah Sky-blue Lamb', but I'm on the land with it That's a Noyard bag, zero bands in it If it ain't the dog pound, it's probably land business You would think we goin' hyphy, we got mad switches Lil' fuzz got one pack of masks with 'em He don't even need a pistol, he'll scrap with ya Stop talkin' 'bout the bowl cut, that's the past of me Eight thousand dollar Chrome pants, yo' bitch' hands in 'em Eight thousand dollar bowl bags, we be waxin' You would think we sell it for the state, we be taxin' Pop spike, fuck around, see me laggin' The clerk won't cash in, I think he think we scammed 'em I dock the heel hound like some Hot Wheels You'll never know how the top feels But yo' bitch, shit, I know how her top feels Tried to give my bitch Balenci, but she only cop heels All these created players, it's like a 2K server Put that bankroll down, it's just 2K, burger Lil' fuzz out with two K's lurkin' If he hit a hat, we gon' get paid for two days workin' Bitch say I ain't a reel-it-in type But I know, it's the ice and the life I live Bro, he ain't sippin' on an ordinary Sprite It's either spike with a five or the pie or Trizz It's cool to stack the paper, I know, but go make investments What type of archetype are you? Go and change the tempo Who on God's green Earth made yo' pendant? It ain't no elephant around, they be fakin' tension I just stay out the way, that's how I deal with fakin' I just stay out they face, that's how I deal pain Another deal on the way, plus real estate You will be never be where we be feelin' safe They'll try to fake real then steal You gotta watch the back and the sidedoor Ballin' like I'm Shaquille O'Neal We'll probably have the answer for Ivo I know I'm flyin' down the A, but I'ma smoke still I just got here from Southfield to Roseville Fuzz used the bloodhound, now he smoke pills I know I said I left the gang, but I coach still That Ferrari truck look nice Dicky scrubs on, you will get yo' tush wiped Talkin' 'bout you took strike, ain't even took bikes It's currently goin' on like, "What it look like?" The whip got a BBL, this a wide body Bitch burn in hell, why you talkin' 'bout five bodies? You lyin', you gotta times that by five Unc, fifty nine bud in his mind, this is prime I could go vintage, I could go futuristic I could go current, but yo' ho the goer I could go to Lennox, I could go to Summer Set I could go to Europe, might just Soho it We MIA from Little Haiti down to Brickell Yo' bitch a nightcrawler, eatin' pounds of pickles I ain't bougie, I split it down the middle Yo' bitch ain't bougie, bro 'nem split it down the middle The bowl short, who's dipped it in the Skittles? I ain't listenin' by chicken if it's litter Heard he died in the middle of him liftin' up his pistol Bitch cook, she just sittin' on the griddle (Oh) You is not the boss, you in the middle of the middle I shoot quick, ain't no dribble after dribble (Swish) SBDSM, 777, SuperTron