Don't know my style, crooked smile
Juvenile, what's the problem, child?
Tryna put me in a cross, but my force was wild
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style
Squeeze, niggas don't know my style (fuck anybody)
Niggas don't know my style
Bitch made ass niggas don't know my style (fuck anybody)
Fuck you too, nigga
Hit man, got my Hennessy, find your foes
In a room full of niggas tryna hide your hoes
I'm gettin' high off a Buddha, but the time's too slow
I keep my mind on door, you'll never find me, bro
And who me? nigga livin' life like a G in that artillery
Keepin' niggas off of me, I can't sleep
Livin' in these wicked times, peep niggas after me
Cause they see I'm stackin' cheese and heat
You can holla if you want to, please
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew, please
Enemies in my ranger zone, you're in a danger zone
My fuckin' game is strong, the hotline
You suckers better find your mind
I got mine, from puzzlin' and bustin' the rhymes
Hit my niggas up and puttin' down a Rikers ass
Straight rap, but a nigga gotta use his style, Z
Goin' to the driller, bust a AP, yeah
Slidin' on the water like a jet ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you on your bestie, yeah
Choppa with the scope, so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch
57, 90, spent the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hicks
Hop up in a lemon, drop the roof, show the tits
Hoppin', but you really not gon' shoot
90 pointers, time a diamond, look like hula hoops
Hoppin', moppin', takin' in the status of my suits
Balenciaga, y'all go check my purse, it's Valentino boots
It's the woman out of way, a lot of them, a lot of racks
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry about the bag, 'cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas, they imitated
Money, hoes, and clothes, blunt smoke comin' out the nose
It's all a nigga knows, flippin' on foes, puttin' tags on toes
Watchin' the stash grow, clockin' the cash flow
The neighborhood grave digger, gettin' paid so much
All the bitches wanna see a nigga
I guess they figure I'm paid, I wanna get laid
But since I got loot, I wanna knock boots
I'd rather beat my dick than trick
And if she don't suck, then we don't fuck
I'd rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
Grab the nine-two clips and run them up
Yes, flex after two or three bets as I wreck shit
What the fuck you expectin'? A fly guy?
Well, fuck it, I'm the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, puttin' the swellin' on your eye
Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch
57, 90, spit the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in a Lam' and drop the roof, show the tits
Goin' to the jeweler, bust a AP, yeah
Slidin' on the water like a jet ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you on your bestie, yeah
Drop it with the skull, so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch
57, 90, spit the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in a Lam' and drop the roof
