Turn the music up, turn me down, Google, just go get them again
It's time it's for the money my nigga Bro, stand up
Never been a nigga this good, but it's long this hood
Oh this pop, this hot, hold it strong with so many different flows
This one's for this song, the next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up, these fucks, too lazy to make up shit
They crazy, they don't take pictures, they just trace me, you know what?
Soon they forget where they plug, they hold staff and they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like, tough, I'm not a fighter, I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a big verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother, biggin' up my barrel
I'm big enough to do it, I'm that barrel, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things just sing about, bring them out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth, I'm lit
New sneakers, new cedars, few dealers, one more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you, W-I-L-L-L-I-E
Nobody true with it, H-O-V, come on back for more
New York's fed back the door, prime minister, back to finish my business
What more can I say? What more can I do?
I got this off to you, I know this one is true, true
What more can I say to you? You heard it all
You already know what I'm about, fly birds down south
Moving wet off the step, purple rain in the trout
Stuck in on holes, brushing up my shirt, but ain't nothing on my clothes
Set my chain through my name, young H-O, pitch to a faithful
Even if they patrol, I may payroll
Bitch pay for, criss they roll, private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Chris K. Sloats, I don't give a shit, nigga, one life to live
I can't let a day go by without me being fly fresh to death
Head to toes to the day I rest, and I don't wear jerseys
I'm 30 plus, give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga, button up
S-dots on my feet, make my sight complete
What more can I say, Google, play to beat me?
We gon' let this ride into the hook
What more can I say to you?
Be my chrome, man
Let's go
Now you know your ass is willy, when they got you in the mad
Feel like half a Billy, and your ass ain't lily
White, that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or you're flowin' silly, it's both
Don't need to boast the game if I'm bragged
The cracks gon' act like I ain't on the ass
The mothless do it, that's far from Jewish
Far from a hardest student, just had the balls to do it
And no, I'm not doing it, in fact, I'm just previewing it
This ain't the show, I'm just EQing it
War two, and I won't stop abusing it
The groovy girl stopped false accusin' it
Back to the music, the made-back groove is translucent
Niggas got a problem, you...
