(Intro)
My ni**a Ray Mack finally showed up with that s**t man
We right, Harlem
Gang
(Verse 1)
I got Gucci all on me in traffic
Smelling like Dolce and Gabbana with the ratchet
We be doing drugs, all my young ni**as savage
Told em calm down, they hot headed, it don’t matter
Cops got a ni**a at the light for the smoke
Car…throw some ice in the rope
Look at these stones like ice in Coke
Money got me going harder than when I was broke
Working in the winter, in the summer, we can vacate
Ni**a you ain’t never seen an AK
Show your bi**h to the world like I’m Ray J
Never gave a **k about what they say
1250 for the shirt, 950 for the sneaks
I was in the cut getting blunted with a freak
I remember months I was struggling to eat
Now I send a flight, put my mother on the beach
Cocaine, all white
Thinking bout if Biggie was on Death Row
Bring em to the rooftop and let go
Bust that ass on the floor if the bed broke
Wild ni**a pay attention and you might learn
Had Snoopy on my sweater, that was Iceburg
Talk yourself to some money with the right words
Ass fat, cute face, but I might curve
(Chorus)
Dope house, no lights, but my gun work
10 toes on the ground with a blunt lit
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
If they ain’t got Fanta get a Sun Kiss
Dope house, no lights, but my gun work
10 toes on the ground with a blunt lit
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
Watching two bad bi**hes tongue kiss
Dope house, no lights, but my gun work
10 toes on the ground with a blunt lit
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
If they ain’t got Fanta get a Sun Kiss
Dope house, no lights, but my gun work
10 toes on the ground with a blunt lit
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
Watching two bad bi**hes tongue kiss
(Verse 2)
In SoHo, perform in the front seat
Took a loss, made it back, took me one week
I be feeling like the army when I’m one deep
Now the little homies all bump me
Used to want one whip, now I want three
Used to want one crib, now I want three
Floyd Mayweather told me he a fan ni**a
So why the f**k would I care about who don’t see?
I come from a city where they don’t sleep
My homies got some cases that they won’t beat
Even though the lawyers on standby
The judge setting bars that we won’t reach
All this gold on my neck like a trophy
Have some respect if you ever approach me
Just cause I’m rapping they think that they know me
I never changed, can’t go back to the old me
I get the cake and break down with the homies
I’m on the plane sipping Remy and Moet
I be with locs and the blood ni**as know me
Got snakes on my Gucci, my bi**h tour like Chloe
Legend like Kobe
Shouts to my Haitians, get Dollaz like Zooey
Radio stations, they got me, they know me
I’m on vacation just shopping for Rollies
My ni**as is felons, I ride with the parol-eys
(Repeat Chorus)
(Outro)
Watching two bad b**ches tongue kiss
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
Watching two bad bi**hes tongue kiss
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
Watching two bad bi**hes tongue kiss
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
Bi**h I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
Watching two bad bi**hes tongue kiss
Dope house, no lights, but my gun work
10 toes on the ground with a blunt lit
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
If they ain’t got Fanta get a Sun Kiss
Dope house, no lights, but my gun work
10 toes on the ground with a blunt lit
I’m rolling and I only popped one Perc
Watching two bad bi**hes tongue kiss
