| I got to st&that shit |
| Niggas tryna take my shit, Mr. Pyrex Man, that’s me, nigga (Ah, ayo) |
| You feel what I’m sayin'? |
| The Butcher, nigga (Ayo) |
| I know what y’all want |
| Y’all want me back on that Daringer shit, nigga |
| I know what y’all niggas want |
| Mr. Pyrex Man (The butcher comin', nigga) |
| You know what I do with a fork, nigga (Ah) |
| Yo, uh huh |
| I’m eatin' caviar off ciabatta that’s chopped in (Uh) |
| When I quit, the guys I fed off narcotics done got slim (Uh huh) |
| My style mixed with Boldy James now and 2Pac then (Then) |
| Don’t compare me to no nigga that’s not in the top 10 (Don't do that) |
| And all that weird rapper shit (Uh huh), and they not near half as this (Me?) |
| Be in my ear cappin' while I’m focused on the tier after this |
| Put out a number one, then another one less than a year after it (Uh huh) |
| I’m humble but you fuckin' bums should be somewhere practicin' (Nigga) |
| These Cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous |
| I swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this shit |
| Square packages, I stepped on 'em, StairMaster bricks |
| Then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks (Ah) |
| This one for the family no matter what awards they hand me (Sopranos) |
| I went and spent another buck on some water I can call a GRAMMY (Nigga) |
| I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like Gordon Ramsey (Haha) |
| Agents make sure they payin' me, my trap like a Morgan Stantley |
| But niggas knew what happened, I was on Montana with white |
| Arm &Hammer with ice, connected like Joe Montana and Rice |
| Scanners and lights, you value your team, you payin' 'em right? (You payin' 'em |
| right?) |
| Candid advice? You gon' need 'em when they read the Miranda rights, |
| yeah (Real shit) |
| The first day my dawg got his whip, we was smokin' in it (Smokin' in it) |
| He had a Glock on his hip, thirty plus shots was loaded in it |
| I told him, ''Go and tint it'', he said, ''Fuck that", had no intentions (Fuck |
| that) |
| 'Cause when he pull up slow with switches, he want them to know he did it, |
| uh (Uh) |
| We brought it back, back (We brought it back) |
| I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (Came all the way, back) |
| Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (We back) |
| Had my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back (I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo) |
| Back, back (Let's go) |
| We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (Came back, back) |
| Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back |
| I had my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (Brr, bah, bah) |
| Was cooking cocaine in designer |
| I turned seventeen ounces to thirty-nine |
| Watched big homie lay that shit up on the heat like Harold Miner |
| I just dropped mine on the heat like Kyle Lowry, all the VLONE came from Bari |
| All the kilos came st&ed with a balloon, it’s time to party (Woo) |
| Drivin' sixes in the sun with that rocket, I think I’m Barkley (Woo) |
| And I ain’t bring a chip home? (Nah) Bitch, I brought a brick home (Yeah) |
| Did it off the flip phone (Ah), had the feds in there tip-toein' (Woo) |
| I left some dirty pots and a note that said ''I been gone'' (Woo) |
| I been hit that number, bitch, I been up, bitch, I been on (Bitch, we been on) |
| We was worth six figures on them barber shop steps |
| Was cookin' hard with my left (Left), parallel parkin' my Lex |
| Hear the barkin' from them bundles, had that dog food on deck |
| Now my last check look like I play for the Nets, but we ain’t breakin' no sweat |
| We in the rental, 'bout to freeze, don’t you turn up the degrees, |
| it’s a brick in the vent |
| Stove |
| We brought it back, back (We brought it back) |
| I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (Came all the way, back) |
| Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (We back) |
| Had my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back (I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo) |
| Back, back (Let's go) |
| We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (Came back, back) |
| Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back |
| I had my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (Brr, bah, bah) |