Ah There really ain't shit to talk about Straight like that though Yo, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man Got my chicken up, whippin' up Droppin' off and pickin' up, nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca (Real shit though) Hit a lick and split it up Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck They think I'm good 'cause I'm up, well In a nutshell, to labels I'ma up-sale Street credit plus sales They say it's luck well, I prove em wrong And half a million bucks later, up still They'll pray to see us fail (I know) I'm really livin', crib way out the city limit Back the big up the 8 balls only take twenty minutes, uh And niggas know my face, card run it up, I don't take long As far as albums I hate yall's, my shit be really hittin' Threw a duffle bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass Impossible, I blew through obstacles, niggas struggle pass Gave niggas game and they fumbled that, I come with that Humble flex, this Cartier drippin' doing jumping jacks Can't take niggas serious I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious My bitch be like period Stones in the cuban get cold as Lake Erie get Weak advice from fuck niggas who ain't gimmie shit (Ah) Got my chicken up, whippin' up Droppin' off and pickin' up, nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper and secretly you wanna be me Your hustle off completely but I'm reading off a cheat sheet Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team going for a three-peat I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creeped back sporadically Put a brick around me and that will be assault and battery My city ain't seen this before me and won't after me The mail stacked up so I'm sitting on checks What we gon spend it on next, jewels drippin' on set I need a spot out in Florida where the Seminoles at You know Jacksonville to Tampa like I'm Leonard Fournette I got love for my niggas, some anxious and some patient The patient ones up, the others just want cases Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathin' When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playin', uh Got my chicken up, whippin' up Droppin' off and pickin' up, nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca Hit a lick and split it up Benz coupe, I tint it up Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely? Never touched this kind of paper and secretly you wanna be me Your hustle off completely but I'm reading off a cheat sheet Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team going for a three-peat