[Verse 1]
When you get a lil’ paper, get ready for haters
They standin’ in line, they
all suffer from vapors
I got me a ghost, I took off the tint
Bitch look at my face,
I’m a grown ass man
I’m buying real estate and I’m buildin’ my plans
Can’t name a
realer place, goin’ gram for gram
And all the killas hate, know who the f-ck I am
in a n-gga face, watch me count my grams
My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games

I’m talking trigga plate never safe for lames
Just beat another charge, made ’em drop
that case
My lawyers goin hard, a n-gga versus the state
Just bought another car, had
to drop that top
For 200 dollars, she’ll suck that cock
Cause when you seen with me
I’mma up that stock
I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks
And then the
cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot
As far as green n-ggas, yeah you might get got

Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most
Greenhouse on the couch, n-gga seeing me
N-ggas makin’ the threats, you could put ’em on Twitter
But out of respect I
handle mine like a killer
I’m runnin’ the city like a pair of new J’s
Maybe the patent
11’s, I got these hoes in a daze
Panamera parade, sippin Cir’c lemonade
Baby drop me a
eighth and baby boy straight
In the back of the ghost, I can’t hear no whispers
In the
back of your mind you wanna be that n-gga.


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