Aw Yeah

(Ayo, D-Wiz is ballin') Ayy, bae (Simo Fre just killed it) I swear that, baby, you the baddest That's without the plastic, your ass thick Baby, you my everything like Drake be on the adlibs I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing All they know is murder on the street I claim Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah That AMG outta they price range, I'm all in the gutter Know life a gamble like a dice game when you live in the struggle He hittin' licks all through the night, man, tryna make his shit double I been doin' wrong so goddamn long, I feel the right thing is trouble Up with the stick, came with the light man, then killed his lil' brother Felt like I had to make this song, man, for my niggas that hustle He keep that metal when he ridin' even though he a Muslim Life of the ghetto, 'bout survival, might just put some shit under I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing All they know is murder on the street I claim Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah I got too much drank in my soda, so much weight on my shoulders Got so much pain in my folder, f*ck the fame, it's gettin' closer I just want a plain-jane Rollie with a gray Range Rover With my main main ho, take them, the chains off when this damn game over Had to sacrifice, so it ain't right, the savage life for my nigga Just know I'm ridin' wrong or right like f*ck that knife, keep my pistol I ran it up in black and white like Derek Percy, you a victim I'm fedded up, know you a mice but try to play like a killer I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing All they know is murder on the street I claim Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah