You see me roll in the Chevy, know that I'm doing it heavy
Your body language will tell me nigga, I see you nigga.
The fedi kicks and the belvi the skinny jeans and the smelly
When I walk past is making you wanna be me nigga.
But I aint mad, matter fact impressed,
A hatin campain I aint know I had one yet.
That was the same thing I was just asking Tech.
He told me niggas get mad at established vets.
They wanna steal your swagger, and kill your laughter,
Stick every nigga who get rich and you with daggers,
Will smile up in your face, but then will boo you after.
Its all the same, part of the game when yous a factor.
So niggas keep on feeding me all the fuel to gas up,
My passion, Im blasting right to and past ya.
And you wont have to worry bout the ruins after
Cause Kutty Cals the (?) who the master.
Chorus
Yo, You muggin hard on the low
I see it
The way you look at my car when I roll
I See it
Even with my Sucka Duckas on
I see it
You hatin on me
I see it
You fakin homie
I see it
Yo, You muggin hard on the low
I see it
The way you look at my car when I roll
I See it
Even with my Sucka Duckas on
I see it
You hatin on me
I see it
You fakin homie
I see it
My bank account large, your bank account small
As fresh as Im raw, niggas yall spoiled.
I tour across all 50 states, yall
Home with no job, scratching your balls
You mutha fuckas are bout to witness
One of the baddest niggas
Up out the middle of kansas city mane (?)