(One-eight hundred for you)
My city it get cold, Supreme coats in November
Supreme on my drawls, Supreme Timbs for the winter
Put me on the plate, bases loaded, ninth innin'
My granddaddy a pastor, whole life I've been sinnin'
Apple Pay for lean, I done went over the limit
Retire from the mall, I ain't been there in a minute
I just took a pill, I could feel that bitch kickin'
I live like GTA, gettin' paid for a mission
He 'bout to kill himself, you smoke crack don't you?
No shoe strings, you tote MAC don't you?
My brother keep me lean, put no tax on me
I'm in Amiri jeans, sippin' act' like Corona
You can't chill in the trap, that's the K, boy you sittin' on it
You can have these lil' thots, fuck them all, I can't get no more
You can come to my closet and shop, it's like different stores
That boy quiet like Kawhi, but he shooting like that nigga Jordan
Boy, you so fuckin' broke, it's like you gettin' younger
Good ho, she too young for me, DaeMoney still don't want her
My heart, that mufucka' cold and its gettin worse
Who me? The mufuckin' GOAT, I'm just gettin' GOAT-er
I'm a walkin'-talking karma, I can get her over
Take his bitch, it's been some weeks that nigga livin' lonely
We done paralyzed his man, they call that nigga "Soldier"
Shot his ass, so much brown it's like livin' color
She coulda caught a case, I was in high-school hittin' mothers
Bitch, I'm one-o-one, want some done? You gon' get another
A real Bronx tale, I was raised by my fuckin' uncle
Eight years old, shootin' dice made my first hunnid'
I could tell you niggas broke, that's y'all first money
That shit you lil' niggas flash, thats my Perc' money
That shit you stashin' that's my "Put it in her purse" money
You'on know jewelry, boy them stones ain't worth nothin'
I was seven grabbin' ass in the hallways
Fresh as hell, wearin' Balmains to the ball-games
Put a switch on it, hittin' everything without aim
Niggas dumb, really had money 'fore I had fame
Chrome Heart druggie, twenty days straight
Take it to the shoebox, a hunnid' plays straight
Niggas uppin' throwbacks, tryna save face
The table long as hell, bitch my whole team sayin' grace, ayy, ayy
She say I'm annoying, I keep asking "Where the wock at?"
I'm still on them thirty's, and I'm itchin' where our Glock at
I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that
You everywhere I'm not at, I'm turnin' off a Pot Nap
We just put my new bitch on the road, I got a opp ass
A-M-G, left for straight', cuz' he a copycat
I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that
Sister gave me fifty for a show, can't even talk back
