You a motherfuckin' beast with this one, baby.
Check,
fakes, check, fresh, yes
* ice mouth, nigga call me Iceman
Yuck mouth, iced out, courtesy of Highland
On my neck a hundred thou' worth the Iceman
Fifty on the Brightland,
wear it on my right hand
GT, strike it, call me Grease Lightning
Cause when the lights go off,
they swear to see lightning
That's me, shinin', yuck means ballin'
Katrina on the wrist,
watch flooded like New Orleans
Yuck,
shot callin',
while you niggas still crawlin'
Money taller than Shaq Hawking when you throw the ball in
Bring the U-Haul in,
stuff it with a hundred bricks
AK, hundred clips, case a nigga wanna trip
Dom Perignon, bitch, we don't * with Chris
Hundred carats in the charm,
fifty carats on the wrist,
bitch
Y'all niggas can't shine like me
On the block with my goons on the ground like me
Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me
And that Bentley GT with a dime like me
Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me
On the block with my goons on the ground like me Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me And
that Bentley GT with a dime like me
Stunners?
Check Vans?
Check Grilled?
Check Fresh?
Yes Yuck mouth,
the real West Coast done * goin' down south,
I got my grill from Tom's Got my first gold caps from the
Eastmont Mall Now my * lookin' like Paul Walls with no
flaws Your broad hoppin' out of the coupe with no drawers
Hit seventeen by the ball,
it's on the mob Let me show you how to do this
Yellow in the blue wrist,
the V12s ain't out But still I'm in the new six
Make a ripper shake that money,
make it like Lou Chris
Choose,
bitch,
join the million dollar movement Like Shoda,
I'm a true whip,
player and a gangster
East Oakland,
65th,
posted with the banger Right in the danger with the war and drugs
Before Jeezy, Yung Neezy, been a corporate thug
Y'all niggas can't shine like me On the block
with my goons on the ground like me Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me And that
Bentley GT with a dime like me Stay what?
basically yeah
Y'all niggas can't shine like me And
that Bentley GT with a dime like me
Range?
Check.
Beamer?
Check.
Bentley?
Check.
Fresh?
Yes.
Yup, DBI, see the million dollar mouthpiece.
Baby, Liverace, playing bitches like Yahtzee.
I said,
* the Ferrari,
my niggas push Harleys.
Purple paint, purple drink, and smoke Kushmali.
Granddaddy in the blunt, pimpin' on the bar.
Baby,
Snow Funnies got me iced out like Tanya Harvey.
And I ain't mad at y'all.
Yup, mouth had to ball.
My closet look like a Louis Vuitton catalog.
Louis luggage,
Louis belt,
Louis briefcase,
Louis backpack,
Louis sneaks,
I ain't a cheapskate.
Stackin' cheddar like cheesesteak.
Mozzarella,
what the keys make,
you could call it cheesecake.
I'm the big man with big plans.
I can't lose,
it's produced by the nigga that did Vans.
Y'all niggas can't shine like me,
on the block with my goons on the ground like me.
Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me,
in that Bentley GT with a dime like me.
Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me,
on the block with my goons on the ground like me.
Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me,
in that Bentley GT with a dime like me.
Say what?
Y'all niggas can't shine like me,
in that Bentley GT with a dime like me.