That Range Rover Came With Steps

Fuck!
Fuckin lawsuits nigga
We the best music! music!
Murder rate, murder rap
Pluto
Drenched chest franklins gotti
DJ Khaled! Khaled!
Fucked the DA on my way here
I made some millions on my way here nigga
I seen your comment on my way here
I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga
Balenciaga with the brain bust open
That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
Load my gun Cock it back then I push start
I cant name how many times they tried to clone me
I cant name how many times they tried to clone me
This dirty money help me see the double
Sidity thots, know they aint forever
My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
Spend three hundred thousand or better
Thats all the cars
The Maybach park itself, nigga
That range rover came with steps, nigga
Electric tables in the back Im eating filet mignon
He been 44n all year I put that Rollie on
Trapping good all year I put the rollie on
They parading in the streets
You gotta keep a drum
Say a prayer for my young nigga
Know he dumb
The murder rate going up nigga
I done ran this check up nigga
Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah
The goyard looking like a graveyard
Murder money, Im in love with murder money
Old friends of me turned into my enemy
My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
I feel your energy I know you niggas envyme
They rep the gang that bangin it out in penitentiary
I watch the shit come out your mouth
And its finicky
Im tryna love you
But I doubt Ill scream infinity
With these billions on my mind
Its hard to be cohesive
Gettin that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
And I gave em all dope and they pissed off
Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
I got my memphis ten niggas waiting to jack ya
I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
I got the clappers, finessers , and the trappers
Before the rap, you gotta go and dap em
Dont forget to look a nigga when they after ya
I told Future I can see the future
Told my bitch I love you fore I knew you
I know Im blessed nigga Hallelujah
Im grateful and if you diss me
Then I might shoot ya
Brrr you dont fuck with me the feeling mutual
Fuck you, half these rap niggas
Owe the jeweler fuck em
I was selling keys to success(success yeah)
I was coppin keys outta Texas(outta Texas)
New Wraith with the stars in it(skrrt skrrt )
New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it(woo)
Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it(woo)
Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
They talk bout all this money we make
And all these niggas they hatin
Lets talk bout runnin that bag up fast
Cause we aint got no patience
Lets talk bout poppin strips
And xans like we re patients
And the feds allegations have you pacin
Million dollar dope boy I gotta be grateful(grateful)
You tryna get that 100 Mil Ima race you(race you)
Dope boy, I aint never wanna be a rap nigga(huh)
Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga(a finger)
New york Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga(fact)
Kitchen like its Thursday, you heard
Might bring it back nigga (fact)
You fuckin the money up if Im being honest(honest)
Gotta be grateful I never break the promise(promise)
I know my plug love me (love me)
I know my bitch hate me (hate me)
I heard my hood salty (salty)
I tried to tell em it aint my fault
Its just my blessings called me (ya)
But since they hatin on a nigga
Ima keep ballin (ya)
And I aint textin that bitch back
Because she keep stallin (ha)
If she aint fuck the first night
Then she just miss her callin (callin)
Fuck a plea
Im goin to trial poker face Im all in (all in)
Patek Philippe it AP, 40 mil Im all in
Plug hit my line I act like
I aint see em callin
I work so hard for mine
Im tryna get some free bands
Im the king of the city my house Graceland(I am)
No respect for rappers
They respect the coke man(for real)
Thats why your favorite rapper
Actin like the dope man nigga