Figure 8'S

Yo, I'm from the zones where if they like it, they might slime you for your watch
You don't get a lot of say, if you ain't ridin' on your opps
Niggas act up in a way, it's most likely they forgot
One phone call and they're bringin' out the shots
No liquor, you want respect 'round here, then go bang in a dinger
Got gold plaques but miss the days servin' crack with my nigga
I see things for what they is and rarely not for what they isn't
Can't be pressed 'bout goin' back and forth with some accidental killers
And I can give you a long list of why I'm probably the realest
My wardrobe full of LV, I'll prolly drop dead drippin'
My youngin goin' on licks, his first Rolex was stolen
But now he's got a Rolex with baguettes in the face, and he owns it
I give my block hope and toasts, like fuck what you thought
She suck it all up, I don't ever leave no cum on the floor
Ran through seven figures, you ain't ran through five, come on, my nigga, that's poor
5K on Chrome hats, that's your whole stack on top of my thoughts
Still top two, that's facts and not an assumption
My shooter on and off with his burner like he Stephanie London
Lil' A, bumpin' into other shottas in country
Who'll stab you up or take your package, it just depends where you come from
Got my Patek from A Jewellers, not no jeweller on the side strip
But I told Hoosh to not record me 'cause I'm far from excited
(?) 'Cause everyone's been rockin' the same shit
Survivor's guilt 'cause I got niggas locked, sittin' on basic
Get a lie detector, let's see who's lived or livin' what they're rappin'
Let's who raps the drill genre but ain't never done no mad ting
When it's time to step on the field, niggas shook, pullin' their hammies
Nowhere to lock my spinner, I can leave it at my granny's
We put in creeps in sport, plain jane or flooded
If my demons get the drizzop, I'm afraid they're comin'
Done my ten thousand hours but they think that I'm lucky
Got chicks in NYC countin' down the days to fuck 'em
Now I'm on Autotrader, lookin' up some Wagon and 'Ghinis
I'll soon cop one or the other, yo, believe me
Just don't pretend to be proud of me whenever you see me
I've seen pussies turn gangster, back to pussy to neeks
But money talks, bet you I could get your lo' in a week
Now I got your details, make a couple calls like "Yo, though, where my squeezers at?"
Gave S seven bags for a gun, them times I needed that
But that's the type of shit that I'll do for the gang
Spin that block, that's where they hang
Got hoes that I'll call up just for fun
Fake tits, figure eights, good head, hella bum
I buy corn for my pagans but there's corns for everyone
My nigga made a flamed decision so we sent him on the run
Still got the most opps on my blade, I made noise, my nigga
Ar and SwayDee, they're the guys you should avoid, my nigga
What's your purpose? You ain't out here grippin' toys, my nigga
It takes a man to be a man, and you're a boy, my nigga
To put a smile on her face, I spent ten on my chick
Then a couple weeks later, I spent ten on some sticks
Then a couple days later, I gave ten to my little sis
Keepin' everyone happy or safe, I almost spent like fifty G's
Fifty racks, fifty quid, I tell kids to stay in school, that don't make me a hypocrite
Don't run and tell your groupchat me and you been gettin' intimate
And Netflix and chill ain't somethin' I do, she knows I won't chill after I finish hittin' it
Every day you wear a shiesty mask
But every single day I've never seen you do a shiesty task
Used to have fiends queuein' in alleys for light and dark
My auntie Dee told me stop sippin', she don't know the half
And all these girls wanna have my baby, so plan B's been the plan A lately
I'm still goin' Louis-crazy, for myself and for my lady
I be sellin' verses, forty a piece, since I've been independent
My lyrics been sellin' like crack back in the 80's