[ Featuring Zaytoven, Trauma Tone ]
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, pussy
Niggas know what the f*ck we on, man
Yeah, that shit just came in, nigga
Hold on, pass me that real quick, man, pass me that shit
I gotta weigh this shit up, wait a minute
I gotta go catch play, wait a minute
I gotta thumb through this shit, wait a minute
Too many 'Zas, we over the limit
Mercedes, I serve out the window of Benzes
Shut the f*ck up, let me handle this business
Give me a Glock, watch me handle my business
Give me a scale, watch me handle my business
I'ma get money as long as they print it
I'm havin' 'scripts like a pharmacy, dentist
Put that shit on and these nigga gon' mimic
Demon, I push it, you know I might dent it
Glock 43 and these bitches identical
Niggas ain't havin', they broke and they miserable
Better soak in all the flavor I spit to you
Stick on the drugs, so this shit can get critical
I'm in the spot and I'm finna get to it
Go catch a play, then I'ma make me some music
If Big Money pull it, you know I'ma use it
These nigga is funny, these nigga amusin'
Just left from Nieman's, I spent a lil' thirty
Exotic pop, I be makin' it dirty
Just hit the grower, I told him to hurry
Black out the Spurs and these nigga gon' scurry
Shop at your pussy, bitch, this shit electric
I'm havin' certified stones in my necklace
I'm havin' Salem weed, bitch, I'm connected
I'm sippin' dirty, that muddy for breakfast
Come get this shit, it ain't stickin' around
Money of my own, I'm floodin' my town
Stackin' with me and I'm dickin' her down
Binary trigger, I'm lovin' the sound
Bottega trainers, I'm finna train 'em
Hundred pounds come in, it came on a trailer
Know I'm not trickin', you know I ain't payin'
Three different bitches, you know I'ma play it
Stupid-ass nigga, he ain't even weigh it
Took out the zip, you know how I play it
Beat all the odds, I feel like I made it
Run up my spot and that chopper gon' slay him
I gotta weight this shit up, wait a minute
I gotta go catch play, wait a minute
I gotta thumb through this shit, wait a minute
Too many 'Zas, we over the limit
Mercedes, I serve out the window of Benzes
Shut the f*ck up, let me handle this business
Give me a Glock, watch me handle my business
Give me a scale, watch me handle my business
I'ma get money as long as they print it
I'm havin' 'scripts like a pharmacy, dentist
Put that shit on and these nigga gon' mimic
Demon, I push it, you know I might dent it
Glock 43 and these bitches identical
Niggas ain't havin', they broke and they miserable
Better soak in all the flavor I spit to you
Stick on the drugs, so this shit can get critical
