Poof (Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus] Aye, Look Faragamo on my feet, I keep the flare on my toes And I swear to God that I'm elite, I always wanna carry the gold Need ten racks for a fee, I come with various flows Niggas always wanna compete, you couldn't compare me to those In a whole different area codes My niggas roll up we gone burry your soul Bitches pull up they the rarest of hoes Hottest as fuck they rarely get cold I never stress over anyone else 'cause I'm never impress when I stare at my foes I can't suppress all the words that I flex when they look at me I know they scared of me though [Post-Chorus] Top 5 nigga I'm top 1 Top 5 nigga you not 1 I got wins you got none I don't take the L's you take I elevate the top run Resonate with figures most these niggas Been my Godson Niggas steal my steez and claim they got one [Verse 1] Switch up on niggas like Sammy Sosa I'm MVP, I demand the trophy They envy me and they snitch on my plays to the feds in attempts to hand me over Way too many you niggas I'm standing over I'm too far in the lead all yall plans is over Im too strong with the speed even if they stand in my way its sad 'cause i ran them over I don't ever feel pressure to move They say money can never buy happiness for me but I seen what cheddar can do People turn rats in the heat of the moments if they not together with you That's why I stand by myself in the midst of a circle with niggas who been trained how to groove [Refrain] No shit, I just quit, blew up quick woah Let it hit though, I been poppin like cisco Devilish ways like my fist tho, crack cocaine flow got that crystal Guys are legit we don't miss when shoot better get low Word to my big bro, they told me get off my ass so I got me some cash and that wrist flood [Chorus] Aye, Look Faragamo on my feet, I keep the flare on my toes And I swear to God that I'm elite, I always wanna carry the gold Need ten racks for a fee, I come with various flows Niggas always wanna compete, you couldn't compare me to those In a whole different area codes My niggas roll up we gone burry your soul Bitches pull up they the rarest of hoes Hottest as fuck they rarely get cold I never stress over anyone else 'cause I'm never impress when I stare at my foes I can't suppress all the words that I flex when they look at me I know they scared of me though