I pull up like
How you pull up, baby
How you pull up?
How you pull up?
I pull up
Let's go
Brand-new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bussin'
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothing
I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin'
Know you heard me say, you play, you lay, don't make me push the button
Full of pain, you dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket
Goin' for buckets, I got a chopper, I got a big drum to hold a 100
Ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama
She hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga I'ma pull it out and shoot
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got a flu
My daughter a G
She saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two
And I'll kill another nigga too
'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you
Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different
Daddy love you
Let's go
Brand-new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bussin'
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swerving
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
You fool me one time, you can't cross me again
1200 horsepower, I get lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen dogs will take his chain
Maybach SUVs for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
But they ain't even want no smoke
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote
Let's go
Brand-new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah)
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me
You better let me go the day you need me
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bussin'
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop