Yeah, uh-uh

They don′t do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)Everything new

Spikes on the Louboutins (′boutins, 'boutins)

I'm round the bullshit like a matador

I′m used to the bullshit, it don′t matter, boy

Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth

Build with the gods and double knowledge of self

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion

That pussy make a weak nigga break down

So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks?

You want the cheeks, she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat

I'm havin′ the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me

Worse than the scum in the slum I′m from

I'm a Southside nigga, yeah I′m 'bout mine

You be that next nigga coroners come outline

You ain't made of what I′m made of

You a bum nigga with a bum bitch

Her shoes come from Bakers

Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers

What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

We on now, we pulling off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin′ down the top

Shine's on stuntin′ and I'm pullin′ out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot

But front, I′ll make it pop

They don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)

Everything new (new)

Spikes on the Louboutins (′boutins, ′boutins)

We up, nigga

Visualize everything I needed and dreamed (uh-huh)

Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)

Guns in your video get you locked in tha' bing

Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up

Charity work, parking tickets and no charges

Fuck nigga, you fucked over your father

When he gave you a dick should have been a bitch in pajamas

I made my first million fucking dollars

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular

I′m scared, this shit don't happens to everybody

I′m on Instagram looking at your favorite singer

Debating on should I fuck, or jump on her single

Twenty thou', she got a hell of a ad lib

I′m in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

We on now, we pulling off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine's on stuntin′ and I′m pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the Glock, won′t pull it out a lot

But front, I'll make it pop

They don′t do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)

Everything new (new)

Spikes on the Louboutins (′boutins, 'boutins)

Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast

Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch

It feels like a nigga dreamin'

Seat back, music bumpin′, niggas leanin′

Bulls eye, that's what we came for

The bread, now a nigga run the game boy

I should′ve sent the broad to report what's in the yard

Aloof livin′, I came up so hard

No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain

I′m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

We on now, we pulling off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine's on stuntin′ and I′m pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the glock, won′t pull it out a lot

But front, I'll make it pop

They don′t do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)

Everything new (new)

Spikes on the Louboutins (′boutins, 'boutins)

We up, nigga