Trouble In Paradise (Intro)

Talking 'bout me, you the biggest fan Ride with me one night you can make the quickest bag People love to talk and make jokes, bitch I didn’t laugh Joke with me too many times I’m the type to trip and spaz Never been lazy always working ain’t no sitting back Bro be getting rich, everyday he be getting jacks Mix the blue hundreds with the green, we count different cash Swear I’m going too hard, everyday I’m spitting gas Bitch I been going way too hard you can’t replace me If I were to stand up on my money I’m like 8 feet I don’t like the talking, only talking if you pay me Bitch I’m balling hard, number 1 ,feel like Tracy Yeah McGrady, 13 in 33 I spit the fire yeah I think that shit is third degree I’m going up everyday yeah vertically I kill a beat everyday yeah first degree Bitch sent a selfie she was chopped so I blocked the bitch Vlone shirt 350 f*ck it I’ma cop the shit Young Soko, bitch everyday I make the hottest shit Heard you down bad I’m going up like a rocket ship You talk a lot that’s why you not getting richer, aye Balling hard I feel like Derrick Fisher, aye Spend a milli on a Millie bust down Richard Switched up so I cropped you out the picture I don’t need yo validation I been knew I was the shit Bitch they know that I be dripping and my shoe it cost ya fit Bitch they knew I was the plug and they been knew I was legit And I know they really jealous with my crew we making hits Ain’t eat the Carolina Reaper I’m still talking spicy I always move in silence like I’m walking lightly I hear you snatching flows yeah you often bite me You a fan you steal my drip now you talking like me Wait bitch, hold up I ain't done with this shit You think I’d pick up the bag so hard just to go and fumble the shit? You thought I wouldn’t snap, lil bitch thought I would struggle lil bitch? If you hear me on a song know you in trouble lil bitch People talking crazy need to shut the f*ck up If you worked as much as you talk you’d probably get yo funds up Ain’t no uppercuts but my bro he love to punch up You drop a song I one up Swear I could never f*ck up, okay Pray the lord my soul to keep, I’m vibing out to that Lotus beat In a drop top so they notice me, dropping shit it’s total heat You down bad score 0 to 3 And you know it’s me, who will hold the lead Kill a beat every fuckin’ day, I don't know what the motive be Vlone on my shirt, uh, 10 bands for my fit bitch Bitch I’m always on the grind but I don't do no kick flips I know you a fucking lame we can never kick it Bitch you always talk a lot but you ain’t ever did shit Pockets stuffed I can’t fit the bands, blow a quick advance Talking tough you can get the hands, come and get ya mans Pull out racks, pull out 50 bands, put 'em in a trance Bitch I’m back, hit my money dance, fell in love with bands Bitch I be balling I feel like Larry Bird Bro scammed him out his cheese so I know that he was very hurt Talk 'bout catching bodies you ain’t got the balls to bury dirt I stay with my dogs I ain’t talking Boston Terrier I stay with my dogs I ain’t taking no pit Telling me I’m 'bout to blow I look at him say no shit 2 diamond bracelets on, bet you they gon' both gliss You sent a couple shots at lil Soko, bet they both missed I put my family and myself first, bitch, I had to make a way Snakes tryna rob me don’t give a f*ck won’t put my k's away Swear I been rocking CDG, but I won’t play today Woke up in a good mood, I made 8 k's today Riding in a SRT why the f*ck would I slow down Bro equipped new chops like he got a new loadout Used to call me broke but tell me who the f*ck broke now Bet when I make it they gon' say that I sold out