Lyrics
These young niggas got that Kevin Hart
They wasn’t ready
Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s
Five scores tell these fish tell me
Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me
Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
Cried money, they thought I was hungry
They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes
Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly
What you gon' tell me really?
All these rangles and cangles I’m on some player ish
In the streets hustle hard, want my mane no itch
War, ready to boil, ready nothin' to tangle with
Meddle with things, beautiful wife, work for that single kid
When it comes to mic fights I’m known to strangle shit
Don’t try and size me up, blind me up, no angles whip
No slip by, hold on life is vice rip
Run a tight ship aye, aye, aye captain
Sailor shades, clothes tailor made
Fly guy caption
This is life, this beyond my rappin'
This is joggin' for your drawl
Flappin' so much time for fashion
I’m cooler than most
I smoke to the roach, your joint passive
My past is the seed mac
And why my shawty slide pass him
She bat lashes, I cut up Kalila, sport my reefer
BCG medallion on my neck for the non-believers
Grows from the soil I’m that kind of creature
Used to write in empty rooms
Now I line the bleaches
These young niggas got that Kevin Hart
They wasn’t ready
Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s
Five scores tell these fish tell me
Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me
Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
Cried money, they thought I was hungry
They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes
Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly
What you gon' tell me really?
In all honesty the flow Cali I’ve been annointed
The one shows and the kit gang like Neymar
Was low key, now I’m back on everybody’s radar
The ones asleep, I don’t pay y’all no mind
I still shine like the brightest lights, sauce divine
Intervention my suspension, got the Chevy’s sittin' high
Not to mention I be writin' with my angel on the side
Angel on the front of the car, 'luminate through the night
Sharp white smell so the haters pipe down
Been at it for a while
I ain’t goin' nowhere, you niggas so square
Guess you ain’t shaped up the last
Heavy investors supercedin' my past
Y’all still scrapin' for cash
Never been a slave to the dollar and I’m thankful for that
This music got me out of the trap so I’m thankful for rap
Faithful to the faithful addicts so I bass up on tracks
And cook up another classic then serve 'em a bash
These young niggas got that Kevin Hart
They wasn’t ready
Cheap tellies, beer bellis and Pelle Pelle’s
Five scores tell these fish tell me
Ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
Ain’t issue can tell me, tell me
Tell me ain’t issue, can tell me, tell me
Cried money, they thought I was hungry
They on yo perc, I’m on Perotes
Got the candy paint, now these niggas jelly
What you gon' tell me really?