Coming Thru

Uh, uh (Hi Sage) What's the fuckin move? Hit the function rude We done pulled up in that Jeep lil' bitch Watch out, we comin' through All these racks in my pocket Pull it out, we thumbin' blue You a lame, don't hit me up Little bitch I'm done with you Yo ass fallin off, bitch you goin' down should troubleshoot When you is the fuckin man, them lil' hundreds stuck to you Made this shit look too easy, honestly it's nothin' new I might go and take a trip, spend some nights at the W Why you even talking shit, we been the ones right in front of you We the ones making fun of you, we the ones make the hundreds move I pulled up, brought the Summit through Honestly I don't f*ck with you Go and get that bag, it's easy, why you act like it troubles you Think yo pockets strong but mine way bigger, we got the muscle too And we do it quick, lil' bitch, we gotta hustle through Jeep say SRT right at the bottom from the frontal view You is not on nothing, that's the truth In a big body Jeep, yes lil' bitch we smashing through I get racks, the cash, I'm rude I do what I had to do Run it up, get the money, go and take different avenues Gotta worry bout yourself, give a f*ck if they mad at you I'm like where should I travel to, take a trip out to Malibu And lil' bitch all of my fashion new You talk shit but we passing you Think you up, bitch, we cashing too We go first and you last to move We the ones that just laugh at you, y'all the ones that ain't acting true I might pull up in that Hellcat or Track but bring the Scat in view Throw that big ass bag right to my bro, bitch, that's the Madden move I been had the Track but I might switch it, make the wagon move If you in front of us we not gon' slow down, bitch, we flatten you We get racks, a fact, it's true Lil' bro send my package through Bitch we make the fastest moves Pray I'll never be broke again like I'm from Baton Rouge Jordan one's, got some satin shoes Yeah, it's a fact that we up Watch ain't factory it's bust, if I fell had to get up Why would I panic, for what Big body Brabus the truck Hit the mall, I'm grabbing some stuff You gon' be packing it up I pray all the fucking fakes retire I put Cartis on my face but not the buffs, they the wires Copping brand new stuff New Jeep, new tires And bitch I won't switch for what, same gang, no new hires Money up, it grew higher You just capped, you liar Why you on my dick Louis up on my drip Ten, that's my size bitch These my brothers I'll die with, shake shit up like it's seismic And I'm riding with the 9 bitch, all you do is lie bitch All I do is put shots up all day so how could I miss I'm the king of this shit, refer to me as your highness The fragrance got some iris, why the f*ck would I switch Stand up on my fucking money bitch I'm 9'6