Fuck
Ay yo

Ay yo, you fuck niggas fear me, bitches love me
Cancun check the chin, neck look husky
Fiend hit the pipe one time, did the Dougie
Ay yo, fiend hit the pipe one time, did the Dougie
Ay yo, my neck look gorgeous
Ten big scrapers, got the poles in the Porsche
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, nigga, that's on all us
Where you from? Have my lil' nigga shoot your borner up
Drug dealer, we snatch your cherry
.38 with the potato, season it with piri piri
My MAC that sensational Sherri
My MAC that sensational Sherri
My Bay P blew a thousand percent
Dimes looked like Eminems, we had halves on all it
Everybody rockin' Fendi now, shit lookin' brazy
Griselda like the coke in the '80s
Griselda like the coke in the '80s
Ay yo, every other week them niggas shootin' at the groove
I had to talk a couple times, I'm trippin' in my jewels
Bullets hit this bitch, she started bleeding on my Loubs
Bitches say he rich as fuck, prettier, and bool
Metal Gear Stone Island
Cherry '63, I bought that shit with no mileage (Skrrt)
Cherry '63, I bought that shit with no mileage
Yo, dopeman this, nigga, dopeman that, nigga
Thirty-two shot MAC, nigga, sip Act', nigga
Thousand pack flip, nigga, skeleton wrist, nigga
Lil' nigga ask me how it feel to be rich, nigga
How it feel, nigga? I do this shit in real life
I got the red cherry
I do this shit in real life
Fucking king of New York, nigga, me
I do this shit in real life
Five fucking guard
I'm an arson guard, nigga
I do this shit in real life
You niggas is fuckin' broke
You niggas fuckin' bums
(The Butcher comin', nigga)

You might catch me dolo but the drum hold fifty
If the po' come get me, I might come home at 60
If I get head in the whip, she might come home sticky
It worked, triple your worth if you move one load with me
And that's on God
You know when pies get measured, that's when ties get severed, nigga
And we are never squashing, I like conflict better, uh
My name in conversations with accomplished legends
Anybody that rhyme pathetic done got beheaded
My niggas in the field lettin' TEC's off
Ratchets pop and the rest in them hills and them rec yards shadowboxin'
Take a rapper chain, bring it here, I'll gladly rock it
Me, West, and Conway like Mike, Bird, and Magic Johnson
.44 mag, ski mask and the fabric cotton
My eyes done seen shit my kids can't imagine watching
Nigga'll put you in the casket for the hat you rockin'
Dope boy, I had to use a mattress for an extra pocket
They spend half they careers getting over
This nickel shoot like Kerry Kittles from Villanova
I used to take trips in the cab to get the coca
I still ride in the back of the whip gettin' chauffered
Feds at my front door
Try to leave the gang, plug said "one more"
I told him fuck it, as long as it comes raw
I was there when it jumped off
This for my nigga in the feds who won't get to see his son crawl
Let's go

Hey yo
Bad guy here
Reminding you, Flygod is an awesome god, chico

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Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy