I got keyyys, comin from overseas
ignition foreign exchange lane switchin
talk the same shyt I say it different that's the difference
them nikkas p*ssyfootin they aint pimpin
them bytches is lookin n choosin when they see a winner
Smart decision coulda been with throwback jack
still ridin spinnas
Flyer than Delta I can help ya
get ya weight up
like spotter raising the bar n the plates up
Writin my raps by my trap bytch in Decatur
ass too round n fat to be a fake one
I'm makin adjustments n preparations
while the program directors in my city are havin a sleepover in the station
Pluck my ashes refuse to ass kiss
slo-mo in a fast whip
no socks, my Stan Smiths
Summertime in the winter I'm fine my nikka,
homeboy just livinnn, yeah
Comin at you live, fly, wickeddd
So we can only kick it if you high, bytchesss
Like they seen me before they recognizee
I keep it G to a T, that is I
License my flyness, drop jewels from the sky
that's my crib, where I live
Walk with these Jordan 3s you'll be aight slick
Peel off like a new era sticker,
out that bytch like a newborn my nikka!
