Im Not Ol Head Futch

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Lift my wrist up Count big bucks Ion' know them, load the stick up I came from doing stickups Kick your door nigga, get that shit up I pour Tris up in a big cup Brodie hit, he don't miss much Ion' talk long on the phone They love Pap lie Al Capone Me and my G, I like to roam In the street where I belong Barrel smoking like Cheech and Chong High speed chase, I lead 'em on This lil' bitch don't know my name, told the ho "Call me Ramone" Papi bad to the bone She shake her ass to my song Big ol' ass, take up a thong I hit the gas, then I'm gone They selling fast, bitch come on Bust a slab then make a song Try and stuff my As with a B They kick his facе, we had a beam Big bully, bitch I'm beam I stuff a fully in my jеans They like "Pap you sipping that shit too much" These niggas be on my dick too much Before I ever sign my name on a dotted line, hit the jeweller, tell him kit me up It's five in the morning, auntie knocking on the screen door hard as a bitch like "Fix me up" All my opps sit at home broke as shit, they mad at Papi, I'm rich as fuck Nigga so broke, can't fix him up Type of nigga to scream "Bro come pick me up" When I'm in the club, my Glock with me Bro don't rap, he really shot niggas We don't got the same one bitch, my watch bigger Fuck them, bitch I'm the top nigga Switch the switch and hit your block with it I take mines off top with it Play up close, you gotta watch niggas Crew got gadgets like Spy Kids I'm balling hard in the paint Sku in the yard with the shank I punch your jaw 'till it breaks I gave it all it could take Auntie nod with the shakes I'm like God with the base Auntie jonesing bad as fuck, I see it all in her face I'm moving slower than a turtle, I'll let y'all run the race I pull up AMG GT60 like "Who all wanna race?" I hit the code and swing that door, you see number blue all in the safe Chop the fuck out you 'bout my money 'till you blue all in the face Brodie clear the crowd broad day, he damn near threw y'all with the drake Dumb bitch think this a B.B. Simon, G19 stick up my waist Hellcat tiger, this bitch growling, promise we gone get away I took dirt and made diamonds, they say "Papi lead the way" If I shoot then bro shoot, certain shit you ain't gotta say I got a 50 bowl plate, took a trip up to the bay Pocket fatter than a bitch, I look like I'm K Slay He run faster than shit, he can't outrun this drake You could play all you want, we not gone play 'bout my pay They say I should do a hook I say you should get a job All that talking out your mouth ain't gone do shit but get you robbed I'm a motherfucking crook The only thing I know is jugg Leave a nigga in the woods Dirt nap, he dead for good On the block by my dolie, I be cooling with the wolves It's a box in the car, bitch we good if we pulled My bitch put my pole in her purse The trunk loaded with work Moving slow from the syrup They think I'm not from this Earth He got shot over turf His momma broker than a bitch, she couldn't even pay for the hearse All that capping in your verse