My nail tech knows how to keep a lil secret I don’t wish for my success I speak it I caught a buzz and you did to but you tweaking I look like I been getting money I reek it You smell me? that’s LV Walk around with my chest out and my skin smooth I’m healthy Im in the mix and im handshaking but most of y’all cant help me Most of yall aint wealthy Most of yall just dress like it I caught the vibe that yall giving off and im tryna make my self less like it This chick got a lil Porsche body I might let the bro test drive it Its hard for me to get excited I love music and stress bout it My city on and im cosigning this wave comin up next out it Riding around in the shotgun of her tesla Hanging both of my legs out it like wassup? I got stakes and they too high now I cant fuck up I like girls that’s down to earth so don’t be stuck up I don’t take L’s I give em out and I chuck em up First listen they hearin this shit like “what the fuck?” Ten toes that’s my MO Fam over gram that’s my MO Fuck a close friends I got friends that I keep close And they let it go while I reload Like BOW BOW BOW TSA just opened my bookbag up and my chain hittin like BOW BOW BOW BOW the King’s back in his hometown when them wheels hit and I touch down they BOW BOW BOW BOW She down low, three-point stance I’m back there doin Jack dance like BOW BOW BOW BOW And im not no fashionista but im fly though And I know I gave up drinking but I’m high though I told her I don’t come from head but you can try though Im not on top of this shit yet but I’m that guy though I take a look round at my comp and its just Wide open Big whip and it slide open I notice they treat me like I’m chosen Eyes open heart clean and my mind focused This shit just keeps goin how I wrote it How the hell could you doubt us? I mean back then it made sense but its like now what? Now they down to come round just to be round us You ain’t one of my dogs why do you hound us It’s very few of you I like but it’s a whole lot of y’all I don’t trust…cuz Ten toes that’s my MO Fam over gram that’s my MO Fuck a close friends I got friends that I keep close And they let it go while I reload Like BOW BOW BOW TSA just opened my bookbag up and my chain hittin like BOW BOW BOW BOW the King’s back in his hometown when them wheels hit and I touch down they BOW BOW BOW BOW She down low, three-point stance I’m back there doin Jack dance like BOW BOW BOW BOW