[Chorus] I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted [Verse] That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal, and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' All the opps mad that I lapped them He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money 'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly And I'll take your bitch in a second If she a real one, then I'll protect it Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it And it's all VVS and flower settings [Chorus] I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
When I started spitting I was only 15. But I kept on killing it cuz I got big dreams. I don’t care about these other bitches, clearly. Yeah, you’re all that I see - I won’t let em near me. Imma keep on grinding till I got a milli, Sticking to that theory - I don’t think you hear me. Walking in my shoes then you better be weary. Cuh you better fear me. Rocking these amiris. Yeah I’m really tryna stack my cheddar I’ll get to the top. I don’t listen when you talk to me, suggest you better stop. Got my brothers right beside of me, we never gunna flop. Yeah I’ll make it I’m a fighter need an Audi with a drop - top. Yeah I’m spitting non stop, Toking from my dons crop, Yeah his yards a hot spot. They said I’m the top dog. When I’m spitting my lyrics, They know that I’m gunna kill it, She’s rocking amiri denim, But now she’s moving to inner, She got a jacket with leather, She’s wearing over my sweater, She wanna get with my bredda, I told her I’m gunna let her. And now I’m moving to gemma, Im really tryna impress her. Im sparking up when I’m fed up, So come tell me where the fed are. Play with the balls like she federa, she’s like water but wetter. And I’m too cold like the weather. I write these bars like a letter. I’m At the top like a header. I Need her light as a feather. Pray I make it to heaven. And broski he died he was seven. And I ain’t toting Barrettas. But come on, never say never. When I started spitting I was only 15. But I kept on killing it cuz I got big dreams. I don’t care about these other bitches, clearly. Yeah, you’re all that I see - I won’t let em near me. Imma keep on grinding till I got a milli, Sticking to that theory - I don’t think you hear me. Walking in my shoes then you better be weary. Cuh you better fear me. Rocking these amiris.
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal, and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me, and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' All the opps mad, that I lapped them He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money 'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly And I'll take your bitch, in a second If she a real one, then I'll protect it Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it And it's all VVS and flower settings I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Αρχίζω κάνω τα δικά μου, παραφερομαι, Και το χαίρομαι, πίνω και μπερδεύομαι, Όλοι βγήκαμε απτον δρόμο και χορεύουμε, Δεν το αφήνουμε στη μέση το πεδευουμε Για πες για δρόμο, Πες τι θα έκανες για μένα και άφησε με μόνο, Πες τα όνειρα σου γύρισαν η ψάχνεις χρόνο, Η γειτονιά σου ησύχασε η θα θυμίζει τρόμο,
I bet u never heard a berlin fella spitting fax New to this music business making hella racks Ima roast you you her and him who’s next? i don’t need to prove myself to y’all, i don’t need to flex Rest in Peace Pop Don’t forget the Smoke Nah u can’t rock boy you are broke shh don’t talk ur not a rapper ur a joke carrying a plastic glock you don’t want the smoke
I could give fuck About my money under a truck Ain't no gameessss Im building a bed For me and you to go in I got chains causing no pain Alright I got it in my head it's like Falling apart with 2 snipers And a 9-glock aeee
i might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal, and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me, and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' All the opps mad, that I lapped them He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money 'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly And I'll take your bitch, in a second If she a real one, then I'll protect it Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it And it's all VVS and flower settings I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me? Yoz, what you tellin' me?
First off rip the woo , usually the loudest nigga be the fakest in room , but not this case I’m smoking on that shit might just clear out the room , face shots can’t call cops , imma 3 letter banga , got 30 nickname it flama you run up then you in danger
on the bunnies next to you rabbit carver energion zach immortal flex flexingly are you there yet? finally made rez resmag gamser apoc block block 888z bishoped by the behemoth deep me deep throat zzb kybaCore 999Leagues L stay humble cuerpo in the lobby hov in the backpack shottie riding fattie immortal 12 daddy [zzb] dakine [threshar pressure] eliminate [oops] together one anthem on thought on side onsider highlander knight hellcat hellboy that trap specialist cap captain zach energion gi supri flame phoenix mew two really good like god -- goku colon semi comma futture you-th telling you immortal magics in heaven on earth bakar zzb's lane, cheatah dani by avenue mowgli, hzl express, espresso primo, date prisa cuz, brother lord, mr. brainwash, ep sword. sheets! 8 up. flash. #ddaguaar AA
i might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal, and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me, and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' All the opps mad, that I lapped them He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money 'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly And I'll take your bitch, in a second If she a real one, then I'll protect it Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it And it's all VVS and flower settings I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
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REST IN PEACE P O P S M O K E
BIG W💫💫
Beat maaaad Hard
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R.I.P. Pop smoke my G!!!
R.I.P POP smoke
A beat for a legend like Pop Smoke 🕊
[Chorus]
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
[Verse]
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
All the opps mad that I lapped them
He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money
'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly
And I'll take your bitch in a second
If she a real one, then I'll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it's all VVS and flower settings [Chorus]
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
out* my element
Woo💫
I like darkskins love her melnanin😍
This hits hard 🌋🌋
RIP KING ✨
It’s lit 🔥
King of hip hop
BIG WOO💫
Bro why God keep taking my favorite rappers
Dont blame god or the devil, we control our on actions over others.
Pherro Phillip the devil makes us do it by getting inside your head and convincing you to do it
And yes god could have made it so he survives but god took his life
Pherro Phillip well said
XxDoubleM 1 everyone for a choice so not really
somebody help me find the words to describe the vibe you get from this instrumental
it sounds like a boss level
Yea sounds like a boss level or something you’d hear in payday 2 during a heist 🤷
Official Boomin Beats yeag bro thats a perfect way of describing it
like an action movie 😂
@@yxngtrini5615 Na naruto vs saskue
Woo in Peace 🙌
King of NY.
Jajajajajaj douchbag the king of NY is big G notorious 😈
Best beat 🔥🔥🔥
lmao
We are rapping in English class for school and this beat goes hard
Thanks❤
Nice song bravo bro 💛💛💓💓👏👏
this shit go hard
Rest in peace Pop smoke my favorite rapper
Bro I’m your number 4k follower ;)
This is so cool🎉😂
DAMN This shit goes hard, rip Pop Smoke, Big W! 🥶😎🔥🔥🔥
am sure this guys fucking god he baptises me everyday a listen to him R.I.PWOOOOOOOOO!!!
I wanted to play this song in my piano n get some people for his tribute
This hit so hard on my subwoofer
listen to the instrumental and tell me if it bops too
rip pop smoke🕊
RIP 🙏
Who is popsmoke...deep beat..love it
Rip pop
If you do the popstar lyrics(DJ Khaled) with this instrumental it actually works
Nice
Respect😈😤
Shit go hard
RIP WOO
So cool $$$$%%
R.i.p to the woooo
RIP
Rip he my favorite raper
U sure?
i think you mean rapper
hWHAT🗿⁉️
ayooo
Rip
Salimos de este cerebro ya no tamo aquí tamo en el espacio capiando la weed
RIP💫💫💫🕊🕊🕊
Christian Louboutin what I’m steppin’ in
🔥🔥
When I started spitting I was only 15.
But I kept on killing it cuz I got big dreams.
I don’t care about these other bitches, clearly.
Yeah, you’re all that I see - I won’t let em near me.
Imma keep on grinding till I got a milli,
Sticking to that theory -
I don’t think you hear me.
Walking in my shoes then you better be weary.
Cuh you better fear me. Rocking these amiris.
Yeah I’m really tryna stack my cheddar I’ll get to the top.
I don’t listen when you talk to me, suggest you better stop.
Got my brothers right beside of me, we never gunna flop.
Yeah I’ll make it I’m a fighter need an Audi with a drop - top.
Yeah I’m spitting non stop,
Toking from my dons crop,
Yeah his yards a hot spot.
They said I’m the top dog.
When I’m spitting my lyrics,
They know that I’m gunna kill it,
She’s rocking amiri denim,
But now she’s moving to inner,
She got a jacket with leather,
She’s wearing over my sweater,
She wanna get with my bredda,
I told her I’m gunna let her.
And now I’m moving to gemma,
Im really tryna impress her.
Im sparking up when I’m fed up,
So come tell me where the fed are.
Play with the balls like she federa,
she’s like water but wetter.
And I’m too cold like the weather.
I write these bars like a letter.
I’m At the top like a header.
I Need her light as a feather.
Pray I make it to heaven.
And broski he died he was seven.
And I ain’t toting Barrettas.
But come on, never say never.
When I started spitting I was only 15.
But I kept on killing it cuz I got big dreams.
I don’t care about these other bitches, clearly.
Yeah, you’re all that I see - I won’t let em near me.
Imma keep on grinding till I got a milli,
Sticking to that theory -
I don’t think you hear me.
Walking in my shoes then you better be weary.
Cuh you better fear me. Rocking these amiris.
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me, and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
All the opps mad, that I lapped them
He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money
'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly
And I'll take your bitch, in a second
If she a real one, then I'll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it's all VVS and flower settings
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Αρχίζω κάνω τα δικά μου, παραφερομαι,
Και το χαίρομαι, πίνω και μπερδεύομαι,
Όλοι βγήκαμε απτον δρόμο και χορεύουμε,
Δεν το αφήνουμε στη μέση το πεδευουμε
Για πες για δρόμο,
Πες τι θα έκανες για μένα και άφησε με μόνο,
Πες τα όνειρα σου γύρισαν η ψάχνεις χρόνο,
Η γειτονιά σου ησύχασε η θα θυμίζει τρόμο,
Yoz beatz
play at 0.75
SO FIREEEE
This beat sounds mad similar does anyone know from where? I’m thinking 50 cent?
the drums are somewhat similar to Really Got It by Jerreau
50 cent Romeo and Juliet
@@adenthegamer8357 candy shop
It has some what tune of the ocarina of time theme from Zelda… it might be me tho
En el carro se montan 6 la 9 con 16 si te bregamos en la calle no te da tiempo ah correr
frr
CAN I USE THIS FOR NONPROFIT ?! 🤔
Yessirski
Why this beat gives me gta 3 vibes
Yo .. can i ask ..
Is it trap or a drill ?
cuz I feel it is a combination from the two genere!
No cap i heard this a million times but " this beat sounds a little like arab music." Am i bugging?
I think it's the note combination it has
I bet u never heard a berlin fella spitting fax New to this music business making hella racks Ima roast you you her and him who’s next? i don’t need to prove myself to y’all, i don’t need to flex Rest in Peace Pop Don’t forget the Smoke Nah u can’t rock boy you are broke shh don’t talk ur not a rapper ur a joke carrying a plastic glock you don’t want the smoke
I could give fuck
About my money under a truck
Ain't no gameessss Im building a bed
For me and you to go in
I got chains causing no pain
Alright I got it in my head it's like
Falling apart with 2 snipers
And a 9-glock aeee
can anyone play this on piano??!
Me
He loved the melanine 🍫🍫
😭😭😭
Elhamdulillah freestylw
🤮💯💸💸💸
i might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me, and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
All the opps mad, that I lapped them
He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money
'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly
And I'll take your bitch, in a second
If she a real one, then I'll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it's all VVS and flower settings
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Is this a trap beat?
Yes
Kinda
@@OfficialBoominBeats what u mean yes its Drill
@@kushtrimzogaj2827 drill is a subgenre within trap
First off rip the woo , usually the loudest nigga be the fakest in room , but not this case I’m smoking on that shit might just clear out the room , face shots can’t call cops , imma 3 letter banga , got 30 nickname it flama you run up then you in danger
JESUS is coming soon and JESUS is the only way to SALVATION accept JESUS as your LORD and SAVIOR today before it is too late!
This beat has drake written all over it 🤣💯
I’ve always been a pretty decent freestyler for a southern white boy, but when I play this shit I freestyle off the top better than juice wrld
Can I use instrumental? Maarkade@gmail.com non profit by the way!!
Yes remember to leave credit
Blessings.. name to credit to..
Credit to Yoz Beatz and this video
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on the bunnies
next to you
rabbit carver energion
zach
immortal flex
flexingly
are you there yet?
finally made
rez resmag
gamser apoc
block block
888z bishoped by the behemoth
deep me deep throat zzb
kybaCore 999Leagues L
stay humble
cuerpo in the lobby
hov in the backpack
shottie riding fattie
immortal 12 daddy [zzb]
dakine [threshar pressure]
eliminate [oops]
together
one anthem
on thought
on side
onsider
highlander
knight
hellcat
hellboy
that trap
specialist cap
captain zach
energion gi
supri flame
phoenix mew two
really good like god -- goku
colon semi comma futture you-th
telling you
immortal magics in heaven on earth
bakar
zzb's lane, cheatah dani by avenue mowgli, hzl express, espresso primo, date prisa cuz, brother lord, mr. brainwash, ep sword. sheets! 8 up. flash. #ddaguaar AA
i might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted
That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait)
Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on)
I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me
I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV"
I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy
She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me
But she a bad gyal, and she freaky
I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi
I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches
But her pussy good, it taste like peaches
But she can have it, I don't need it
I'd rather have my money green like kiwi
I don't talk to niggas, 'cause they be cappin'
Disrespect me, and see what happen
I don't make a call for war, I start snappin'
Grr, them bullets blastin'
All the opps mad, that I lapped them
He said, "What's stackin'?" Nothin' but my money
'Member my pockets flat? Now they chunky
I ain't a pretty boy, but I ain't ugly
And I'll take your bitch, in a second
If she a real one, then I'll protect it
Traded the AP, told my jeweler Patek it
And it's all VVS and flower settings
I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element
I like dark skins, love her melanin
Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in
Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in
I had the Lambo', switch to the 'Rari
I'm a gangster, but I like to party
Pop a Perky, go retarded
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted