Fast Life fast cars,

bad broads the life you dudes rap about that's ours

from Trap Star's to black gods

Go Miyagi in the pot wax off wax on

Flo milky Dough filthy, Celebrating popping Clicquot rose it Flo silky

Creed millisime on

Getting my cream on

her crush not her crutch

I ain't nothing to lean on

Living the high life escargot

Keep my life off the gram cuz the less y'all know

The less y'all pray for my down fall

Took 100k lossses bounced back like ground ball

I get respect from Ngaz you respect

That's the love

Put my fam in position to eat

That's the plug

We all street Ngaz but we differ

Y'all steppers we clean up ya foot prints we swifers

Ayo my lifestyle's exquisite

Caviar dishes

Beluga on my breath

So Every time I inhale exhale I'm breathing out success

Michelin star plates

Mise-en-place

Amouse-bouche

Bon chic bon genre

We are the who's who

Incase y'all ain't know I speak French too

I'm in my element

Titties out in an elephant

It's safe to say y'all ain't get that

Forever petty imma get my lick back

I never stress the get back they always come back gift wrapped

Of course I'm applying the force

This ain't just chit chat

This Real life this ain't that wish rap

Sombrero Ngaz ya whole life big cap

We all street Ngaz but we differ

Y'all steppers we wipeout ya foot prints we swifers

Crack packing be honest I'm backtracking dope boy lessons

From Ngaz who lack passion fucking older broads

The proof was the back scratches no worries comfortable chilling

As time passes niggas out fighting they dog's eating hog

I'm in my room fluffing up pillows bagging the soft reading

Don diva or felon lighting the raw staying far away from you niggas

Exciting wars soaking up game how to blow off cain

The wrong stench on your name get you slain

Be careful the bitches you lay dick to they all switch too

one day they rolling with you then blowing whistles

Vvs my whole necklace you holding crystals some is niggas

Who moving reckless and blowing pistols I know your style champ

Move without noise you like the crowd amp I walk in this bitch she on

Me now champ a couple young hitters with 5ths and no aim

Will come through clearing this bitch for low change

I hear tracks cook up crack like lo mien fiends line up and

Dance like soul train (you so vain)