[Intro]It's that temperature on low[?]Louboutins homie, Versace downEverything, t-shirt, [?], socksI got blood on my shoes, they from murder nigga[Hook]Motherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatload[Verse 1]Rapstar, hundred bars in my Fendi bagI couldn't get a check so I bodied awayGot a kilo on my neck, 'nother nine on deckDope boy Troy, what the fuck you expectWhippin' extra, no extra friendsYoung nigga came in the game with a BenzShittin' on niggas, shoulda came with DependsGrippin on niggas, I'ma spray em againBoomin' shit, roomin' shitMarried to the game, I'm a groom and shitCarrying a K, all full of shitAnd I'm still Indy like a Hoosier bitchBallin' out in these Louboutins, I'm like fuck these sneakersThey only cost me an ounce of blowWhen my account is lowPut a nigga in your speakers[Hook]Motherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatload[Verse 2]Moving weight, picking up the bagWhere the base I could bust their assFix a plate, than we cut the cashEatin' good like succotashMoney still iconic shitBean-town, double up Chubby Chubb the fitSo much damn money in these fucking BalmainsNow I swear these shit don't be tryna zipStill got it on lockStill got the streets, still got a GlockStill got my wrist here in the potStill makin' whip-whip till it rockDrug dealin', dream fulfilling, murder killingFuck about your feelingsOf a drug dealin', dream fulfillingI want from zero to a motherfucking million[Hook]Motherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatloadMotherfuckers wanna act locoHit 'em up, numerous shots from the four-fourSee, I can't do promo, can't do no showsFuck rap, coke by the boatload
