Ear drummersMike will—Mike will made-itWe strapped up like the taliban, my hood something like afghanistanAnd I just put some cheese on his head like a pakistanShiesty, that’s my kobe bryant, ain’t no way I’m tradin’ the man (shiesty)Don’t try me or my goons be at your house like they the cable man (wow)They say I’m a sex symbol, they say I’m a ladies man (huh?)Dressed up in the latest fashion, fashion show with dapper dan (it’s gucci)It look like I robbed the bank, so much bread, it make you faintWe be evеrywhere you ain’t, I go evеrywhere you can’tI send shots at where you think, I got millions when I blinkI got birds like arthur blank, I just bought a purple minkCookin’ cocaine in the sink, seen some shit that make you drink (drink)Doin’ time, it make you think, got you clutchin’ on your shankHe said he gon’ rob who? That’s like tryna rob a tankThat’s some shit that get you spanked, they done had too much to drankWe just tryna get some ranks, spill your blood out like it’s paintSay you wit’ it, but you ain’t, not a sinner, you a saintI’ma make it plain and simple, send bullets at your pampers and templeYou deep in that water and you don’t know what you into (no)Gunners on the way, why you sayin’ what you ‘fend to?We gon’ make you sprint when we pull up in them rentals (go)[?] left a dent, he can’t run from what I sent ’emNi**as jump a clique, they don’t even want to befriend yaNi**as come to kill you and they didn’t come to end yaNowhere to retreat, now you screamin’, “I surrender” (quit)Ni**as ain’t ridin’ for you, don’t want to revenge youThought you was a lion, coulda swore you was a ninja (swore you was a)Pimpin’ out hell, can’t decide where I’ma send yaT-shirt with your face is the way they gon’ rememberBig blrrrd, blrrrd, ayy, big blrrrdI’ma make your favorite robber give it up
I’m just chillin’ with your b-m, she said she wish it weren’t two of usHavin’ threesomes at the gym, bad bi**hes galore, ladies linin’ upAll the opps eat for attention right after they go and hide from usIn a couple months, went platinum, yeah, in two years, might go diamond, huhAll-black booty, draco with the wood, can’t name a bi**h fine as herLil’ baby ash on my diamonds, wide-body full of zazaAin’t gotta be brave, then a arab be thinkin’ ’bout comin’ and tryin’ usI told wop he could drop me, he catch me outside with my chains tuckedI had bold ni**as that dissed me in they songs, got they ass flamed upAnd they better not say shit after this, I’ma come through and finish ’emMight f**k them, tryna catch them, they cross they thumb and stick four fingers upI knew I ain’t get the headshot but the f**k you mean I graved ’em? (huh?)Swear the lord had to be with that baby, had a lil’ boy, that day, he saved ’emOkay, slime rock you to sleep, then I put a snake in your cradleI come get you ‘fore you clap me, shiesty put shit in the newspaperBlrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd, the newspaper, yeahEvery day a new hater, yeah, every day a new oppI got new drops on they block, goddamn, why all my members locked?Ayy, big30 team don’t give out passes, f-o-x, no jamie foxxEvery day, new high speed chase, ran through state troopers and the narc’Won’t ever pull over, no way, it’s a gold box behind my glockBlrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrdI was talkin’ ’bout sendin’ her a jet, send back a one-way flight with spiritYeah, I be rappin’, but still a kid in the backseat without no jewelryLay in yo’ your yard, creep like a spy, move where you can’t see or can’t hear meI said, “it ain’t no runnin’ from that fire,” know I’m comin’Them ni**as fear me, blrrrd, blrrrdAyy, two dracs, and let four glizzies, one macIn the ctf5v, four deep, push up right now, everybody gettin’ whackedThrow the lob up to wop like kobe and shaqWord around town, they be takin’ your sackAyy, f&n choppers and glocks when I moveDon’t come around with them jammin’-ass promagsAyy, pour up a pint right, I ain’t leanin’ lastPour champagne, but I might drink out the glassPour champagne, but I might drink out the glass