Lyrics
Yeah
Rasta man
Ladies and gentlemen, everybody, stand
Top's on the stage, nigga
Convertible, that's brainless
No whisperin', lose the suppressor
I wan' make sure the neighbors hear this bitch
Baow! I done stretched him
36 O's, that's my big brother
Package protection, a stolen MAC-11
Congressmen control congression
Look who been supportin' the section
Lucid dreams, a bad bitch who I been sexin'
Godly things, I'm stoppin' for some gas
I'm pullin' up in seven
Jazlyn bracelet with the AP glazin'
I bought this bitch out heaven
Ain't no fakin', Jason too amazin', money on collective
Write me out, don't stall me out, I'm takin' off
I'll take the label, rip it off
I'm shippin' straight back to the North (calm and collective)
Confiscatin', bitch, I plan on collectin'
9-11 or the Chevy?
Tote that hammer like I'm Hamilton
Leonard' DiCaprio, I'm action, bitch
K2 ain't never damage me
Jump out, swing my tool
This bitch go "boom," and I'm gon' damage him
Be cool, you ain't no fool
You better not fuck 'round with this management
Girl, you ain't that cruel, she break the rules
And I'm gon' slam the bitch
Money purple, blue, I need my food
Bitch, where my sandwich went?
Callin' from Rio
She wan' book a flight, so she can fly in tonight
She tryna find a way, the grass green on this side
She been textin', "Ho, that's my Canadian"
She gon' fuck with BoBo
'Fore you know, she brought the labels in
There go money, came in like a storm through the night
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) we just fucked us up a load
But I'm gon' make the shit right
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) there go two million, five, run it back to ten
Bitch, you wan' play? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Where they reside? Give the hit to ten, slime
Shot inside the leg, could barely run
Now run it back
And I just reconstruct the hood, hunter chased him down
11 out the gat
Out the chopper, bitch, this strictly facts
Now you could quit the rap
Before you rat, we set a trap
Informant ain't gon' make it back
Informin', I stepped out in Saint Laurent, my Castellano swag
Four levels in the house, I'm talkin' levee in the South
Before the fireworks could set, that cutter bangin', lettin' off
They know Tovar, that's my dog
Stay mask down, can't see his face
What's the perhaps? No ankle bracelet
If it's too serious, Henry drive
I'm screamin' metal 'til I break it
Too many complicated faces
This bitch amazin', I don't want her
BoBo want her, she a goner
Plenty money in the corner
I'm still livin' like a loner
I say I'm broke, but, shit, my wife got too much money
Before I walked up out the house
Inside my wallet, she stuffed a hundred
I say, "MooMoo", now that's my daughter
Respondin' to me, she call me "honey"
Old days, them pussy niggas saw me bummin'
A pickup game, they ain't wan' run it
And now my actions they referrin' as actin' funny, they want money
Hold on, I owe no nigga, she wan' go see GloRilla
Hitters, I just wanna roll with 'em, switch the flow with 'em
They be hangin' out while I be bringin' in the loads with 'em
How high you can go? I say I'm chosen, ain't got no ceilings
These niggas with me, diamonds glistenin'
I done kicked the doors with 'em
I just sent the blitz, don't ask 'bout this, condonin' no killin'
Herm pull on side and sprayed the ride, and he left holes in it
Montana hold his child, who am I? Known gravedigger
Callin' from Rio
She wan' book a flight, so she can fly in tonight
She tryna find a way, the grass green on this side
She been textin', "Ho, that's my Canadian"
She gon' fuck with BoBo
'Fore you know, she brought the labels in
There go money, came in like a storm through the night
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) we just fucked us up a load
But I'm gon' make the shit right
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) there go two million, five, run it back to ten
Bitch, you wan' play? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Where they reside? Give the hit to ten, slime
Rasta man
Ladies and gentlemen, everybody, stand
Top's on the stage, nigga
Convertible, that's brainless
No whisperin', lose the suppressor
I wan' make sure the neighbors hear this bitch
Baow! I done stretched him
36 O's, that's my big brother
Package protection, a stolen MAC-11
Congressmen control congression
Look who been supportin' the section
Lucid dreams, a bad bitch who I been sexin'
Godly things, I'm stoppin' for some gas
I'm pullin' up in seven
Jazlyn bracelet with the AP glazin'
I bought this bitch out heaven
Ain't no fakin', Jason too amazin', money on collective
Write me out, don't stall me out, I'm takin' off
I'll take the label, rip it off
I'm shippin' straight back to the North (calm and collective)
Confiscatin', bitch, I plan on collectin'
9-11 or the Chevy?
Tote that hammer like I'm Hamilton
Leonard' DiCaprio, I'm action, bitch
K2 ain't never damage me
Jump out, swing my tool
This bitch go "boom," and I'm gon' damage him
Be cool, you ain't no fool
You better not fuck 'round with this management
Girl, you ain't that cruel, she break the rules
And I'm gon' slam the bitch
Money purple, blue, I need my food
Bitch, where my sandwich went?
Callin' from Rio
She wan' book a flight, so she can fly in tonight
She tryna find a way, the grass green on this side
She been textin', "Ho, that's my Canadian"
She gon' fuck with BoBo
'Fore you know, she brought the labels in
There go money, came in like a storm through the night
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) we just fucked us up a load
But I'm gon' make the shit right
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) there go two million, five, run it back to ten
Bitch, you wan' play? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Where they reside? Give the hit to ten, slime
Shot inside the leg, could barely run
Now run it back
And I just reconstruct the hood, hunter chased him down
11 out the gat
Out the chopper, bitch, this strictly facts
Now you could quit the rap
Before you rat, we set a trap
Informant ain't gon' make it back
Informin', I stepped out in Saint Laurent, my Castellano swag
Four levels in the house, I'm talkin' levee in the South
Before the fireworks could set, that cutter bangin', lettin' off
They know Tovar, that's my dog
Stay mask down, can't see his face
What's the perhaps? No ankle bracelet
If it's too serious, Henry drive
I'm screamin' metal 'til I break it
Too many complicated faces
This bitch amazin', I don't want her
BoBo want her, she a goner
Plenty money in the corner
I'm still livin' like a loner
I say I'm broke, but, shit, my wife got too much money
Before I walked up out the house
Inside my wallet, she stuffed a hundred
I say, "MooMoo", now that's my daughter
Respondin' to me, she call me "honey"
Old days, them pussy niggas saw me bummin'
A pickup game, they ain't wan' run it
And now my actions they referrin' as actin' funny, they want money
Hold on, I owe no nigga, she wan' go see GloRilla
Hitters, I just wanna roll with 'em, switch the flow with 'em
They be hangin' out while I be bringin' in the loads with 'em
How high you can go? I say I'm chosen, ain't got no ceilings
These niggas with me, diamonds glistenin'
I done kicked the doors with 'em
I just sent the blitz, don't ask 'bout this, condonin' no killin'
Herm pull on side and sprayed the ride, and he left holes in it
Montana hold his child, who am I? Known gravedigger
Callin' from Rio
She wan' book a flight, so she can fly in tonight
She tryna find a way, the grass green on this side
She been textin', "Ho, that's my Canadian"
She gon' fuck with BoBo
'Fore you know, she brought the labels in
There go money, came in like a storm through the night
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) we just fucked us up a load
But I'm gon' make the shit right
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) there go two million, five, run it back to ten
Bitch, you wan' play? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Where they reside? Give the hit to ten, slime