U still the lil homie

I get geeked by myself, I'll serve it with no scale I can whip it with no L's, I can show you how to ball on em Benz with no traction, aint gone stall on me Niggas cappin' bout they past, you still the lil homie Aye Goyard on my baggage, where the f*ck my package at I can't even see these niggas, where the f*ck my glasses at Rick Owen coat, I got my strap in that They like, Woes where you been, where your ass was at My bitch too attached to me, I go to the trap, it's a tragedy F*ck I need a 9 to 5? I'll just rap on a beat I'm in the mafia now, you can't even sit with me Niggas wanna copy my style since I went industry I gotta get over myself, I remember them times I ain't had no help Remember them times I couldn't call on niggas, I had to get it myself These days I like to ball on niggas bitch, I feel like Steph I never fold under pressure, nigga, watch me use my left Triple doubles in the trap spot, this bitch a fein want crack rocks I know how to use this laptop, I need cold cash, f*ck a damn stock I'm in the matrix, all these niggas bots I'm on the dark web, all these black cards get swiped a lot Last thing is first mix the Prometh with the Percocet Woes in that vert, okay, I see you got your check Aye baby, keep your legs closed, I'm comin' for that neck Exotic got me slowed down man, I'm doin' my best to keep up I get geeked by myself, I'll serve it with no scale I can whip it with no L's, I can show you how to ball on em Benz with no traction, aint gone stall on me Niggas cappin' bout they past, you still the lil homie