Lyrics

[Intro] You stupid-ass lil' boy [Chorus] Boy, you don't know how far I came I got that dirt off my name Hey, knick-knack, paddywhack, blick in the Cadillac They know I can handle that, I ain't never settling When it's smoke to whoever, go 'head and let 'em in I aim chest-head 'cause I'm specialist Huh, the Olympics for being the realest If being real was a sport— Huh, if being real was a sport, I'm a gold medalist [Verse] I don't do no petty shit, my opps irrelevant Huh, I'm my own man, never needed help with it Uh, jump me in, give me the belt with it But I, I know nothing right Huh, еverywhere I go, I keep that burnеr Hmm, know I gotta be ready for murder Huh, ding-ding with the bhopstick out the window Please don't get killed 'cause you off the Henn' though You know what they gon' say 'bout that You know we don't play 'bout that Hmm, bitch, he ain't big Blood Huh, got it out the mud Huh, nigga wish he could Huh, survived my hood, chopper with the wood Mmm, yeah, post around this bitch, I want bud I want fifteen bricks, she want love Huh, I'ma let her suck my dick, but she can't get a hug Huh, say I'm rude, nah, I'm bool when I'm off my drugs Huh, get 'em off for cheap 'cause I know the plug He ain't died yet, but— listen He ain't died yet, but his grave already dug Huh, VVS my teeth, gettin' tired of slugs The trap got flat screens and Persian rugs Swerve somethin', nah, serve somethin' Uh, show them niggas that you earned somethin' Got the buffs on, actin' like I ain't heard nothin' Call the firetruck, Skuba Steve be done burned somethin' Huh, the bhopstick be done burned somethin' Uh, hmm, that bitch be done murked somethin' Uh, RIP, t-shirt somethin' Uh, too late, that's a learn from me Huh, showbiz, huh, with your bitch Huh, showbiz, huh, with a slow bitch Nah, showbiz, huh, with your bitch Huh, had it fucked— nah, nigga, listen Huh, showbiz, huh, with your bitch Huh, showbiz, huh, with a slow bitch Nah, showbiz, huh, with your bitch Huh, had it right the first time, here it go, bitch Mmm, nah, had it right the first time, that's how it go, nigga Huh, drop a four, it's on the floor Huh, catch his bro up at the store Hop out the whip and leave him froze The AR ain't gon' lose control [Chorus] Boy, you don't know how far I came I got that dirt off my name Hey, knick-knack, paddywhack, blick in the Caddilac They know I can handle that, I ain't never settling When it's smoke to whoever, go 'head and let 'em in I aim chest-head 'cause I'm specialist Huh, the Olympics for being the realest If being real was a sport— Huh, if being real was a sport, I'm a gold medalist