[ Featuring Abra Cadabra ]
You know I only talk that real
Yo Rvchet, it sounds mad
(It's Niko on this beat)
Woii
(Maze made it, baby) yo yo, ay
Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy
You're out here struggling with like 2 and a Q
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Uh, uh, uh (woii, woii)
Mr. Loverman (woii), the money stacking up
We need more rubber bands (ah)
I get it and split it with the fam (woo)
They get it and put it on the 'Gram, yo, yo (woii, woii)
My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro
We got a show in a different country
Your accountant say your out here spending thousands
Fam your getting way too comfy (grr, brrt)
Machine in my hand (boaw)
Mop on the deck I'm clean with the bang
Filling up a nigga, finna go steam on a man (so, so)
Better have a pillow and a duvet
Cah he finna go sleep where he at, mad ting (yeah)
I lean with the gat, I done tick tock block
You can leave it to man, man leave with a bang
No cap, it's mad with a mash in my palm, bad from me born
Angle me arm and take my stance
I ain't thinking bout bootouts, them man soft
Coulda had a firefight, they don't let that blast (bup, bup)
I used to be like them riding 'round no P's on a ridgeback (ridgeback)
So why wouldn't they bother me aand make me rise up a big strap?
(Yeah) dig that
Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy
You're out here struggling with like 2 and a Blue
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Uh, uh, uh (woii, woii)
Mr. Money Man (woii), the money stacking up
We need more rubber bands (ah)
I get it and split it with the fam
They get it and put it on the 'Gram, yo, yo (woii, woii)
My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro
We got a show in a different country
Your accountant say your out here spending thousands
Fam your getting way too comfy (ah, ah)
Brudda, I just made twenty-five racks
Off a sixteen bar, that's a yearly wage (woii, woii)
That's a bag a bar with nine to spare, my brudda
You can keep the change (woii)
No cap made a million racks in the maddest of hats
Then I changed the game (woii, woii)
With the cards I was dealt
I shouldn't be popping these Ace of Spades
Carried the whole game on my back for like fourteen years
Now I'm feeling like a Aubameyang (Aubameyang)
I never let it get it my head cah we all bleed red
There's always someone badder than (boom)
It ain't easy tryna keep balance
When these eediat labels got you on the ropes (yo)
Thinking I might turn vegan
'Cause it ain't easy out here being the GOAT (brrah)
Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy
You're out here struggling with like 2 and a Q
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Uh, uh, uh (woii, woii)
Mr. Loverman (woii), the money stacking up
We need more rubber bands (oh)
I get it and split it with the fam (woo)
They get it and put it on the 'Gram, yo, yo (woii, woii)
My pocks stay bolo, tell bro bro
We got a show in a different country
Your accountant say your out here spending thousands
Fam your getting way too comfy (yeah, yeah)
Gunshot make man respect man, don't disrespect man
Send corn if you disrespect man
Spray this tryna disinfect man
Man lift this TEC and force man to go get the getback
Only shake hand with a execs, fam
Hell no I'll never listen to bunch of yes man
I'll go toe to toe with any man
And I'ma bun 'em all now and I'ma rest when I'm dead, fam
So, so
Make your chest go low
Put your ass in the air and wind it up
Jiggle batty got the woody really rising up
Treat her body like her ladder she'll be climbing up
The woody woody make her stay, make her ride it good
The jiggle batty show me you ain't shy wid food
Big batty, press that like a nine of the buj'
I'll still leave a man red if I ride in the hood (brrah)
Pockets on swoller, getting older
Humble, I don't move too flashy
Them man are capping, man are actors
They need a Oscar, I'm just tryna grab me a Grammy
You're out here struggling with like two and a Q
It's been a month and you still ain't flipped shit
Can't be out here trapping like it's a fashion
When you come from a real good family
Uh, uh (yeah)
Real mad controller
Yeah, yeah
