MC, make another hit! Aye, on bro Project, project X What he say? Look, aye Me and MC, like Kobe and Shaq Where the money? Shit coming too fast Bitch I'm in Poland, still counting them racks You in the hood, tryna get off a pack All my niggas stay grip, no lacking They spin through, you better spin back I been that nigga, bitch that's a fact And all niggas do is cap in they rap And they flied where I be, flier All this money ID, zier Keep on a mask, and me, mias Say she ain't hit up the D, liar Lil' bitch she bad, but that shit ain't grippy They know the mob, really run the city Run up this money, bitch I got a milly Catch lil' bro, we gon' make him silly Niggas keep dissing, that's how you get nailed Bro pockets full, and I don't need a bail Get high in the summer, lil' bro do not mail I got me some racks, they up on the shelf Wait, my money coming like six feet Bae boy money, shit come like a elf Niggas be down bad, need some help I'm smoking boat, niggas smoking kelp And niggas that don't even know All my niggas, yeah we been stocking We got the drop on the whole state We just waiting on to get a walk in Keep tryna diss us, keep acting crazy Keep acting right, we gon' send a blitz Keep acting like you gon' send a hit, we gon' see who really in a spliff I can't go out like the milk rappers, that when I'm tryna be grown Don't got nothing to prove to you lil' niggas I'm the one that put niggas on