(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga) Ayy Can I speak to 'em for a sec? I'm back Look Gl certified, two carats in my tennis chain 3.5 the new Chiron inside my business name Nigga, I survived the vultures, had to do this for my culture, had to go back and put cocaine white on everything Uh, Gotti in a 'Gatti, I like how it sounded Nine figures up, but I been stayin' grounded Scoop a nigga bitch, then leave her how I found he I'm Mr. Give-him-the-Load 'cause they know I'll down it Skyscraper office, I should put a kitchen in it And a rose-gold scale for when I'm reminiscin' Rose-gold Rollie, that's the dope boy watch Bando jumpin', that's the dope boy spot Droppin' nothin' but mixtapes from now on, fuck these charts We need Gotti back outside to get the streets back hot It's like Universal, Mexico, and Interscope my trap house Every Friday come around, I'm tryna send a pack out Bitch say she need therapy, I'm like, "Let me knock your back out" She seekin' attention, you know that's when bitches act out And I ain't confrontational with bitches, that's when I back out I'm here for peace, not pussy, bitch, I'm dippin' if you get too loud Ayy, you know how shit go, man, like Bitches wanna go back and forth, forth and back Bitch, I ain't got time for that shit You know, time is money, man, I got big shit to handle, bitch You feel me? I need no distractions Bitch just sent me five attachments like Glorilla said You know Karrine Steffans, bitch, I want some super head I recorded this in a week Told John Janick to clear the schedule out, we releasin' this for the streets I been dream chasin' all my life, sometime I think I'm Meek Tryna break in my house like shit sweet, fuck around and got sweeped I invite snakes to the grass, gotta kill what you eat Why you strapped with security? If I go out, I'm goin' out me This the life of survival Where I don't trust allies, I look at them like my rivals I don't talk on the phone around my bitch or my driver I don't talk on the phone about no shit that's incriminating Nigga like, "Bring me that," I'm like, "What you insinuating?" Rat-ass niggas'll try to put you in any case Watchin' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate Shit crazy, we really seein' niggas tell it, then say they didn't cooperate Amigo You bring me one million cash and I will double it and drop it off at your doorstep Negotiations with the plug, ask what type of math for that Numbers through the roof, and nigga, I'm payin' half of that I'm mister 90/10, nigga, I want more than half of that I can drop a tape and you go platinum and won't make half of that I'm a hustler, game giver Hundred up and still I'm the same nigga Me and my baby mama don't even rock, but I bought her a Range, nigga And you niggas depressed, takin' painkillers And you'll lose your life 'bout a chain, nigga Go and slide on the opps, get caught, and turn around and tell on the same niggas Forty million in real estate and twenty in stocks A million dollars in security, but five hundred for a Glock I told my brother and them "Watch, I'ma get us out of this bitch If you believe in the plan, we gon' swap music with bricks" Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari And I don't drive none of 'em Look good in front of the crib though It's driveway furniture (Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga) Phantom, Lamb', Bent', 'Rari And I don't drive none of 'em Look good in front of the crib though It's driveway furniture