(Yung Lan on the track)
Big Za
Yeah
I’m applyin’ straight pressure
And I ain’t lettin’ up
I’m goin’ over the speed limit, nigga
Ain’t no catchin’ up (Yoom)
If this rap shit don’t work, nigga
I can get it out the street (Nigga)
You doin’ all that hatin’, nigga
I’m doin’ fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red bitch with me, nigga
We in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I’m a self-made boss, nigga
I don’t need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth
Ain’t nothin’ but fifty blues
Nigga, you couldn’t walk a fuckin’ mile
In these Christian Loubs (Nigga)
Loud-talkin’-ass nigga
He be in the bleachers, baby (Yeah)
I’m a ballin’-ass nigga
I hit buzzer-beaters, baby
Come here, let me take you shoppin
I’m a drug dealer, baby (Come here, baby)
Yeah, we them niggas poppin
We don’t see them niggas, baby (Nigga, yeah)
Huh, nigga can’t see me, huh
I’ma dunk on fuck niggas
Like I’m Greek Freak (Rrr)
Brodie got the— armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous)
I mix red bottoms with Palm Angels (Yeah)
Nigga, my neck and wrist straight water
(Bling)
Hmm, nigga, that bitch don’t lock
Hit it harder (Rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)
Hmm, nigga, if you get caught
Move smarter (Move smarter, nigga)
Bae, come and fuck a dog-shit talker
(Come here, bae)
I’m applyin’ straight pressure
And I ain’t lettin’ up
I’m goin’ over the speed limit, nigga
Ain’t no catchin’ up (Yoom)
If this rap shit don’t work, nigg
I can get it out the street (Nigga)
You doin’ all that hatin’, nigga
I’m doin’ fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red bitch with me, nigga
We in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I’m a self-made boss, nigga
I don’t need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth
Ain’t nothin’ but fifty blues
Nigga, you couldn’t walk a fuckin’ mile
In these Christian Loubs (Nigga)