Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fifty Grand)
Okay, Fifty, yeah, ha
Yeah-yeah, big stepper, I'm a big stepper (yeah, yeah)
I just walked in with my C's and we in Margiela
Every city I be in, I know the bank tellers
Niggas frontin' on the 'Gram, act like they ain't jealous (ha)
Niggas clownin' on 6iine, act like they ain't tellin' (ha)
Tell this bitch get out my face, no, you ain't special (no)
Thirty hanging out my Glock look like a tape measure (blatt)
SVJ, in autumn orange, yeah, the paint special
She ain't tryna fuck Lil Wick then she must hate pleasure
You be smokin' on bullshit, man, you must hate pressure
I don't never take no L, I just take straight lessons
Me and Slay just walked in Fifths, yeah, we some great dressers
Pray to God, thank Him for everything, He stay blessin'
Ain't no lackin', man, you know Kan just went and got eight weapons
All that talkin' out your neck gon' get your face severed
Finna go and cop this Gallardo for like 87
This bitch all up in my phone, you know I hate questions
I been workin' day and night, man, this my eighth session
Greenlight help me shoot like Allen on them '08 Celtics (yeah)
She like, "What's the name of your denim?" This '08 Helmut (woah)
Just for a minute, she gon' fuck and give great helmet (woah)
But she is not mine if we don't rock the same necklace (no)
Niggas still rushin' me to drop, please give me a second
My last drop gotta be in first, no, I can't place second (ha)
I ain't finna do that weird-ass shit, that's all you (no)
If I got somethin' to say, bitch, I'm gon' call you
Keep thinkin' you a big dog 'til we turn you to dog food
And I see you got you a Glock, but is you gon' use that? (no)
And you say you a real nigga, well, you gon' have to prove that
I done got caught with that fire, had felony charges on my back
I don't give a fuck 'bout them charges
I still ride around with two straps
Fifty round drum in this bitch
Now you know Wick can't wait to use that
C39v2 with the folding stock, finna have fun with that
Say you fucked my bitch, that's cap
Fuck it, I'ma let you run with that
I'm tired of these lil' niggas talkin'
I'm finna end the discussion (yeah)
Ain't satisfied 'til they stop breathin'
My demons got five percent comin' (five percent comin')
These niggas too pussy to me, the XD gon' fuck 'em (blatt)
Need your location, call Weiland
Damn, we got you, it's nothin' (it's way too easy, oh yeah)
Finna take my lil' baby to Fifths, we finna go get some Alyx (ha)
And then we flyin' to Miami, and yes, we gon' fuck on the beach (ha)
You get on the beat and eat
I get on the beat and I feast (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, you got a stick too?
Capeesh, well let's see who end up deceased (blatt)
These niggas, they love to post me
But that shit ain't worryin' me (no)