[Verse 1]I'm around the bullshit like a matadorI'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boyCorporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealthBuild with the gods and double knowledge of selfEntrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religionThat pussy make a weak nigga break downSo what you want, the cheese or the chicks?You want the chicks but you want the cheeseA bitch gotta eatI'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to meWorse than the scum in the slum I'm fromI'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm ?bout mineYou be that next nigga coroners come and outlineYou ain't made of what I'm made ofYou a bum nigga with a bum bitchYour shoes come from VegasCounterfeit, fraudulent fakersWhat kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?[Hook]You all know when we pullin' off the lotBrake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the topShine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knotStrapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lotBut front, I'll make it popY'all don't do it how we doNiggas ain't on the shit we onEverything newSpikes on the Louis VuittonsWe up, nigga![Verse 2]Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfastDeep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitchCoupe a four-door, jeep a ConvoyBulletproof front flash, shinin', Armor AllIt feels like a nigga dreamin'Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'Bulls eye, that's what we came forThe bread, now a nigga run the game, boyI should've sent the broad to report what's in the yardAloof livin', I came up so hardNo pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brainI'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame[Hook]You all know when we pullin' off the lotBrake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the topShine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knotStrapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lotBut front, I'll make it popY'all don't do it how we doNiggas ain't on the shit we onEverything newSpikes on the Louis VuittonsWe up, nigga![Verse 3]?Round the world tourin', the city got borin'Bury Mike with cash, no life insuranceCoupe foreign, top peeled like an orangeNeed a ranch, got too many horses
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[Verse 1]
I'm around the bullshit like a matador
I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
You want the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch gotta eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm ?bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
[Hook]
You all know when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll make it pop
Y'all don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga!
[Verse 2]
Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin', Armor All
It feels like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame
[Hook]
You all know when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll make it pop
Y'all don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga!
[Verse 3]
?Round the world tourin', the city got borin'
Bury Mike with cash, no life insurance
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Need a ranch, got too many horses
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