[Intro]
Sleepin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Oh-oh, oh, yeah, uh
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one
[Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n***as lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
[Post-Chorus]
.40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh
You know what that means, you n***as ain't see it comin'
I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh
You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us
[Verse 1]
Fuck with my slimes, that's an homi'
I don't mind catching a body
Percocet pop with a Molly
Codeine cup, make me drowsy
Woah, woah, Juice, King Tut, gold on me
Yeah, you got your n***as, but what's a n***a to a army?
The perfect point guard, damn it, you n***as can't guard me
That's a mix of Jordan, Hardaway, and Kyrie Irving
[Pre-Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one
[Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n***as lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n***as lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
[Post-Chorus]
.40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh
You know what that means, you n***as ain't see it comin'
I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh
You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us
[Verse 2]
Money right now, rollin’ off percs, smokin’ no loud
Lil bro got a .40 on him now
Slime with me, he shoot you down
Back two days, inside town
Nowadays it’s about a 100K for me to show up and shut it down, uh
That’s the real spill
Banana clip in that choppa, don’t get killed, -illed
My momma mad at me cause I’m off them pills, -ills
Feelin’ like [?]
Ever since I can remember, I been lookin' for the dollars
I put Dolce & Gabbana on my pants and my collar, uh
I be with them n***as that got hands on them choppas, yeah
So I don't got to worry about
Violence, no problems, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one
[Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n***as lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n***as lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
[Post-Chorus]
.40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh
You know what that means, you n***as ain't see it comin'
I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh
You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us
[Verse 3]
Smoke tryna touch me or my dough, just to let you know
You'll get smoked tryna touch me or my dough
Let you know stupid ho
You got to the count of four to get off of my property
My n***as'll smoke you and take yo' money, n***a, monopoly
Look at my house, it's big as fuck
It look like a metropolis
Yo' girl on toppin' this
Slobbin' on my hockey stick
She give me so much brain, I thought that I was her psychiatrist
I be up in them clouds like damn, you n****s not as high as this
I feel like a pile of [?], these n****s not as fly as this
Fuck with me and my money, dummy you gon’ end up dying, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one
[Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n***as lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n***as lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God
[Post-Chorus]
.40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh
You know what that means, you n***as ain't see it comin'
I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh
You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us
[Verse 4]
Smokin' on loud, ain't no mid
Perc-30's are not for kids
Run up on me, holdin' your wig, yeah
I got my hand on my SIG
Big old guns, not for kids, yeah
Keep them in my crib
Oh-na-na [Mumbling], yeah
Look at my money, bitch, my money long
Talkin' that shit, lil' n***a, you don't belong
I broke that bitch heart 'cause she did me wrong
Double back, I'm rich, ho
And my watch cost your rent, ho
That AP skeleton finna be two-toned
But [Mumbling], oh
[Outro]
I love you, empty
Mason [?]