Final Level

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, JakeSand) Hey, you know me, bitch, I'ma flex until I pull a muscle You know me, bitch, I'ma flex until I, ayy (Stop flexing your muscles, JRDN) [Verse 1] You know me, bitch, I'ma flex until I pull a muscle When it come to whole cars, you know Militia pulled a couple Human cheat code, I might come quintuple-double Fine shit, pulled up with her best friend, double trouble Scammin' or the rappin', either way, I'll punch for punch you Might be Hollywood, but fuck a double, I'll stunt for stunt you Unfuckwithables, boy, I'll Runtz for Runtz you Meet me in the VIP section, I'll slug for slug you If I catch a young opp, I'll have lil' cousin jump 'em All he do is stab, now lil' blood just stuck with bunions Caught him tryna get somе chips and turned the stupid fuck to Funyuns Half the timе, I'm in the lab, the other half, I'm in the dungeon We'll whack yo' brother, scam yo' granny, stab yo' cousin Heard you rollin' up some loud, I'm pullin' up to match the ruckus Luka Troncic, just take me to the Rucker, I done mastered buckets Seen the demons I was fightin', boy? I had the pastor runnin' She got a thousand-dollar wig for me to ash my blunt in First stop, Selfridges, every time I land in London Boy, I'm so independent, I forgot I had a budget You won't hear me ask for nothin', started off with trackin' numbers [Interlude] Nyah, ShittyBoyz (Getta Beats) Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris You hip, skip? T-double-H-L shit, hey [Verse 2] Fresh off the road, bugs splattered on the windshield 734, baby, out here dodgin' Pittsfield I been on the road since I played the big wheel Five mil' just popped up in the bank, it ain't no big deal Lil' bro'll steal anything, Dyson Daniels And I can't get him off the block, guess he Tyson Chandler You only got one badge and that's Diamond Chatter Bitch so cold, call the double, I might try to trap her We done bust juggs from Wallapop to Squarepay We done had any for them jacks someone's airway Shit, your life for this chain, that's a fair trade Hunnid dollars, Zagazaga packet, hit like bear maze Jumpin' off the porch got 'em left on the staircase Don't you know the game that we in? It ain't no fair play She a ten bareface, bro will kill you barefaced When I walk in, you feel the aura through the air waves You say yo' BD ain't a ham, yeah, bitch, alright If I give Habibi just a band, yeah, it's your life Looked at the Rollie then the mirror, shit, it's showtime In the Bay let 'em try somethin', I bet a Bip he die [Interlude] Nyah (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) What the fuck? I think I'm laced, bruh, what the fuck? Hmm, nah, hmm, hmm, huh, heh [Verse 3] Step on opps like they bugs, you can't shop with my plug Double-deuced it in a two-liter, guess I dropped a dub Stashed a milli' in the floor, I guess it's time to shop for rugs Out here savin' all these hoes, he must've came from Gotham, huh? Amiri's full of doggy dookie, you would think I got the runs Tables turned, it ain't fun when the rabbit got the gun Probably think Tron a Genie, he got magic bottled up Brodie burnin' everything, he finna Magic Johnson some You still wouldn't catch a wave down in Santa Monica Airy Pop, Wockified, the Havana Zaga stuff We done horsed him out his new cups, he a Prada pup Fuck the coins out her every time, that's my sonic slut Nyah [Verse 4] Ah, shit, lil' bitch drunk, talkin' 'bout pull up to Love & Tequila He done earned so many stripes, I'm thinkin' lil' bloody a Zebra (Ooh, Sav killed it) I can't get this bitch to fuckin' leave, she must love her a cheater 2020 shit, I probably ran a hunnid up off features Another hunnid off the Calis, 'nother one off beepers Another one off PPP, like ain't that half a ticket? Let me chill out 'fore they lock me, shit, let's get back to business When it come to Michigan, you think of me? Huh You think of Meeks, think of T, think of Meech He don't practice what he preach, call him Reverend Rinky Dink I wouldn't cuff that lil' bitch if she was into kinky things Bumfuck Egypt, bitch, I'm out in BFE Young Thug did the joggy, this is not no CSG Got the bitch in my palms, finna play her, PSP Back in the 313, the AP on PST I been playin' hoes before they dropped the PS3 Hit the brick like couture, lock it up like GSP T-M-N-T, yo' boss, he a rat I slap a flame out 'em, shit, just toss me a rack Oversized rule grabbin' tall tees out of sacks I can't do no Raw cones, all leasin' raps I done hit some ghetto shit, but they was all decent racks They used to all DND me, I don't call people back, you know [Verse 5] Huh, it's on the flow, that's what you gotta know You gotta know if twin rock, then I gotta roll (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Bank account look like a box of donuts, it's a lot of Os I know y'all love the old Tron, but don't y'all see a lot of growth? Catch you likin' opps pictures, that's gon' get you followed home Who ain't feed they bitch? I just pulled up and got swallowed whole Bitch a alcoholic and a thief, where the bottle go? Pop, pop to her middle part, we don't honor those My YN's out of control, they don't follow code Million dollars worth of guns, shit, we got wallow polls Neff ain't got a dollar bill, but he got a kill Brodie like to drop him in his pop, he don't pop the pills Mmm, mmm, my closet look like StockX Bitch prime was seven years ago up in that prom dress We had him scared to go to work just like a bomb threat Turn the volume down, you know you heard what mom said Headass, geek kissin' mid-packs Never flew privately, stop sayin' you got jet lag I been one ROTY, now I'm in my vet bag Ho a big body Benz, hashtag wreck that [Verse 6] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) I had my shooter hit a Danny Green three If you don't got a kill, switch your skatie freebies Just pour the whole pint, you ever had heebie-jeebies? Would've thought you scam, all you do is hang with frauds Bitch real petite, but her ass Dank Demoss November 27th, I'ma give a thanks to y'all We don't want the lil' worker, no, we gon' spank the boss, pause Ham thought he got some hard, no, all of them just mothballs M523, bitch, I'm teed like a golf ball He was him back then, lieutenant lost cause Balls to the wall, hit her so hard she called off The dog head used to bark, but it froze to death Balenciaga sneaks, that's the only time I show distress Boy, you gon' knock yourself out, gimme that soda next Save me from Southfield Freeway down to Bouldercrest Open-hand smack, you done leave with a closed casket I don't go, well, n-o, this how I vote practice Say yay, all I wanna do is go baskets Brutality, this lil' ho in here soul snatchin' Lil' slut stay outside like a dope addict Interstate or all March, it was road madness Double seven, pass the wood, I'ma roll the Mavericks They just flowin' out my brain, I ain't wrote a caption Boy, your phone wouldn't ring if you was Frodo Baggins Ls don't even matter, bronem in the stolo schmackin' Ls don't even matter, boy, charge it to the game Body full of drugs, heart full of pain Where that one Tris? Bitch, we pourin' part down the drain Why you talkin' stats? Never started a game Ridin with no tint, he drove his car to his grave Can't love you, bitch, I left my heart at the bank [Interlude] Mmm-mmm-hmmm, I guess this to find the real shit (Ooh, Sav killed it) [Verse 7] RIP Mari, RIP Chris, y'all lit a flame Take a seat up in the bleachers, lil'bro, I'm givin' game Why you got your hand out? It ain't a giveaway Tryna ride our wave like a cruise, make 'em hit the plank More chicken than a farmer, still he made me hit the hay He dressed like it's O-18, LOL is givin' laced Stack my pape like a giant, catch plays with Lee Mays Right wrist pissy, but the left one the shitty face Sometimes I wanna get away and go off to a paradise But life's short, so I'm gamblin' with it like a pair of dice I'm finna take you to the sky, bae, hope you ain't scared of heights Boy, I popped out so clean, you'd think the fit was sterilized Huh, shitty boys, this the final level He shook our hand before we slimed him, shit, he died respectful Bust on yo' bitch face, treat her like the bezel Troncic, Troncic, Troncic, Troncic