Don't I look like I'm the shit, lil' nigga? Lickin' my motherfuckin' wrist, lil' nigga Thought you had hits, but you missed, lil' nigga Why you keep standin' at my bitch, lil' nigga? You lil' niggas keep gossipin', nigga You should go work for the blogs and them Don't fuck with that gang, they the opposite Pop at them niggas, apocalypse Um, yeah, you cannot stop it Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit Um, yeah, this no monopoly But we got color for money and property Um, yeah, what's in your pocket? Don't pocket, pocket, please do not size me Um, yeah, more than a private Boogers look snide, I'm good on authority Um, yeah, I'm about to get his ass hit Yeah, pay that lil' dime Yeah, if you gettin' offa that body Yeah, do that lil' time Yeah, half of a brick is a nine Plus nine, can't show this on Vine Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes On dimes, you can't do the time Well, hold up, woo, Elliot got me, I'm blind I'm blind, I can't see my time Yeah, if I'm a gangster, my bitch is a gangster She ready to slide Bitch, I can't face it, I sip on the measures I'm dead or alive If I go broke, I'm not askin' nobody I'm ready to rock Slop on my knob, canary diamonds Coin on the cob Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket Call it a whopper Can't kick it, no soccer Verse in the trap, still sing like a opera Robertson 44, bitch, take a trip in a chopper Still ballin' like 44, and we still pull up with choppers Still bustin' up 44, you talkin' about guns of the prophet Yeah, go pick up a bigger load From Pablo, Rico, and Poppy You got them bricks, we gon' hit the door I'm in your hood, robbin' Don't I look like I'm the shit, lil' nigga? Look at my motherfuckin' wrist, lil' nigga Thought you had hits, but you missed, lil' nigga Why you keep standin' my bitch, lil' nigga? You lil' niggas keep gossipin', nigga You should go work for De Blasio, nigga Don't fuck with that gang, they the opposite Poppin' them niggas apocalypse, um, yeah You cannot stop it, run us that back, we gon' go get a profit, um, yeah There's no monopoly, but we got color for money and property, um, yeah What's in your pocket? Don't pocket-rock it Please do not size me, um, yeah More than a private, boogers look snotty I'm good on the thotty And with the politic and witches, I don't need a vote, nah I sell tracks that these tourists need for seating rows I'm in the spot these wack bitches is competing for Matter of fact, I'm that bitch that's really eating the most I'm with your nigga, cause he knows just how to treat a ho Let's talk money in Spanish, cause I can speak it in both I've been ballin' kinda like when Derrick Cheetah rose I'm with the poppies with machetes, so hello Travel with the hitters, they don't know they keep the phone Five-nine, little bitch, you can't get Peter Rowe He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low Don't I look like I'm the shit, lil' nigga? Look at my motherfuckin' wrist, lil' nigga Thought you had hits, but you missed, lil' nigga Why you keep standin' at my bitch, lil' nigga? You little niggas keep gossip, lil' nigga You should go work for the blogs and them Don't fuck with that gang, they the opposite Poppin' them niggas apocalypse, um, yeah You cannot stop it, run us that back, we gon' go get a profit, um, yeah There's no monopoly, but we got quillin' for money and property, um, yeah What's in your pocket? Don't pocket rocket, please do not size me, um, yeah Bought in the private, boogers look snotty I'm good on the thotty