Dry Beat on the track
Long live the baby
Its when times get hard
You gotta stay down
Stay focused
Keed! Tall, tall
Ridin with a drake in the crack of the seat
I was down bad, they was laughin at me
Yeah I ran it up, put chains on me
Had to add it up, put them racks on me
And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
See me gettin a lil money, now they all on me
But they wasnt even ridin with me when the car on E
Told em Id keep it goin, yeah, told em Id keep it flowin, yeah
I can drip in Tom Ford or I could switch it to Dior
Yeah, this shit drippin through my pores
Opportunity kickin in my door
Ima get some bread and get some more
And buy everything I couldnt afford
And, said she wanna ride with a slimeball
I done lost some brothers to the graveyard
Chuggin all the lean til the pain numb
Pull a niggas string like a guitar, yeah
Cause you popped a nigga, think you real hard, yeah
Yeah you not bad, watch the real ones
And pussy nigga we dont fear nothin, yeah
Me and Paper on another level, major league
Private flights to overseas
Drippin on em, Italy
And the denim European
I had to wake up, yeah
Nigga cant touch us, yeah
Draco with the nuts, yeah
Blow a nigga ass up, yeah
Ridin with a drake in the crack of the seat
I was down bad, they was laughin at me
Yeah I ran it up, put chains on me
Had to add it up, put them racks on me
And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
See me gettin a lil money, now they all on me
But they wasnt even ridin with me when the car on E
Told em Id keep it goin, yeah, told em Id keep it flowin, yeah
I can drip in Tom Ford or I could switch it to Dior
Yeah, this shit drippin through my pores
Opportunity kickin in my door
Ima get some bread and get some more
And buy everything I couldnt afford
I want everything I couldnt afford
I cant even get a car cause my first car gotta be foreign
Im tryna ride inside a foreign
And fuck that new Honda Accord
And bitch you know Im double-R
I want that double-R with suicide doors
I got paper, I want more
Cant never have too much of this shit
Aint never had a bust on my wrist
Til I went put that bust on my wrist
And Im too poppin, you watchin, all the niggas you copy
Ima shoot you to see what your crew do bout it
Pull up Bentley coupe, nigga I aint stunt the Bugatti
Me and Keed on the beat, ride it like a Ducatti
Who poppin, you poppin, why them niggas crew hoppin
Claim everything, screamin gang, whatever crew poppin
Grippin on that drake while Im sippin champagne
Have a nigga thinkin two poppers, but this aint two gotti
Put my ice on the table like Im playin pool, I be
Goin to school, I was in the braille hand too knockin
And I told her dont play me, bitch Im somethin like a mechanic
Cause I gotta keep that tool by me, I dont care who by me
Ridin with a drake in the crack of the seat
I was down bad, they was laughin at me
Yeah I ran it up, put chains on me
Had to add it up, put them racks on me
And now they swear they love me, tryna act on me
Remember all them jokes they would crack on me
See me gettin a lil money, now they all on me
But they wasnt even ridin with me when the car on E
Told em Id keep it goin, yeah, told em Id keep it flowin, yeah
I can drip in Tom Ford or I could switch it to Dior
Yeah, this shit drippin through my pores
Opportunity kickin in my door
Ima get some bread and get some more
And buy everything I couldnt afford
Alright, uh, yeah
This shit drippin through my pores, right
Oh, uh, Ima get some bread and get some more
Yeah, Ima get some bread and get some more
Ima get some bread and get some more
Ima get some bread and get some more
I got new bitches, Im livin like Christian
Dry Beat on the track