I got Pyrex on my beat, so you know it cost a whole lot A lot
Dont play with opps, they drop the dot
We pull straight up, we stop and pop Grrah, grrah
The spot got pounds, they thought I crop Yeah
Watch him, that boy talk to cops Watch him
My wrist, it got a lot of rocks Wrist
My foreign, it do tricks Do tricks, watch the top drop Yeah
Ask me what her top cost
Dont do no dates, no Top Golf Nope
I spent racks on one cross Racks
I couldve bought a Trackhawk Yeah
My brother, he send packs out Yeah
New condo, my shit laid out Uh-huh
I been balling on em Duh
I get money like Im Blake now Cash
I got bands in my bank account Bands
Got young niggas ready to take you out Uh-huh
Whack him since he chasing clout Whack him
Racks stackin, shit just pilin Racks
Dont got no stylist, drip for real like Thousand Island Drip
And my diamonds, they might blind you Yeah
Shooters in front, got some behind me On God
Damn, I took off perfect timing
Catch a flight, Im flying private Whew
Catch him lacking, line him Hah
He went missing, they cant find him Pussy
Im in the back of the Bach reclining Uh-huh
My prices, they just keep getting higher Yeah
All these checks keep getting wired Yeah
Bitch, I got this shit on fire Hot
I got Pyrex on my beat, so you know it cost a whole lot Mhm
Dont play with opps, they drop the dot
We pull straight up, we stop and pop Woah
The spot got pounds, they thought I crop Yeah
Watch him, that boy talk to cops Watch him
My wrist, it got a lot of rocks Wrist
My foreign, it do tricks Do tricks, watch the top drop Yeah
Ask me what her top cost
Dont do no dates, no Top Golf
I spent racks on one cross Racks
I couldve bought a Trackhawk
My brother, he send packs out
New condo, my shit laid out Lets go, Beezy
I been balling on em Doe Beezy
I get money like Im Blake now Cash, Doe Beezy, yeah
I get money like Im Blake now Doe Beezy
You rockin designer from last year,
That shit played out Haha, really?
Pussy niggas put they racks up, I bring the gang out Gang, gang
When we was young, we had bangouts,
Now we bring them Ks out Bah, bah
All these rap niggas ridin whips, they dont own shit Skrrt, vroom
Fifty round hanging off the clip when Im in Zone 6
Its Cleveland to East Atlanta, we on Nose Ave to that 15 Nose Ave
Pussy let his gun fire, but it dont, count aint nothin die Pussy
I got Pyrex on my beat, so you know it cost a whole lot A lot
Dont play with opps, they drop the dot
We pull straight up, we stop and pop Grrah, grrah
The spot got pounds, they thought I crop Yeah
Watch him, that boy talk to cops Watch him
My wrist, it got a lot of rocks Wrist
My foreign, it do tricks Do tricks, watch the top drop Yeah
Ask me what her top cost
Dont do no dates, no Top Golf Nope
I spent racks on one cross Racks
I couldve bought a Trackhawk Yeah
My brother, he send packs out Yeah
New condo, my shit laid out Uh-huh
I been balling on em Duh
I get money like Im Blake now Cash
Yeah, Freebandz Eskimo
Play and we gon let em go
Grr
Let em know, hahaha
You dig?
Puttin you down