In That Case

Lyrics

[Intro] Watch your top with this one, nigga Okay, now Let that bitch ride for like two more seconds, then I'm finna go ahead and get right (MKMentality) KrispyLife, look [Verse] I poured a deuce, it take the cold from me Should've seen my last rap check, it had a long number All my money come in bricks, I can't fold nothin' I ain't stingy, but can't none of you niggas hold nothin' I was out my mind tweakin' the whole summer How dare you say you can fuck with me? You on a whole budget Free that nigga Bareface, I treat him like my own brother I shitted all winter, next year gon' be a cold summer More jewelry, bigger motion, more properties In New York talkin' shit with akh while he choppin' cheese Play with one of us, hit your block, we'll stop your cheese You should thank us that you still alive that night, we only shot your knees Know some niggas that hustle still got a flip phone I know some niggas really boomin' that got six phones Whipped my dick out on your bitch and got it kissed on Was out in Harlem in a bodega boolin' with Jim Jones I used to have an eater, now the whip I got got Brembos Baby E was in his mama shit with a switch, fishbowl I'd rather catch him with it than without it, I ain't gettin' flipped on You already on thin ice, my nigga, you better tip-toe These the Lanvins, the shoes with the big laces I don't do the dubs no more, I do the big faces Remember I was down bad, fucked up, now I'm just shakin' back Personal chef just served my third Danish From Flint, made a million dollars off music Talkin' 'bout you got talent, why the fuck you ain't use it? Talkin' 'bout you can rap, why the fuck you ain't do it? Never wanna give me flowers, gotta be some head to it They know my name in almost thirty countries This shit a grind, a hustle, I ain't that lucky My nigga strap bigger than him, that's word to DUSTY Like I'm givin' back to the homeless, I just served a hunky I'm on my feet, I'm back and runnin' now On my third deal in nine months [?] Like the baddest bitch in the room, [?] That first deal I signed, now in my hood with a hundred pounds Back in Beecher, I had the deals, three for ten I'm just buyin' all the straps up, I ain't see the gen Hit a nigga family tree with chop, I ain't see the kin You wanna shoot my video? Let me see your lens