Mr. Pyrex Man

Ah
There really ain't shit to talk about
Straight like that though

Yo, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man
Got my chicken up, whipping up
Dropping off and picking up, nigga what?
My picture still up on Seneca (Real shit though)
Hit a lick and split it up
Benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

They think I'm good 'cause I'm up, well
In a nutshell, to labels I'ma up-sale
Street credit plus sales
They say it's luck well, I prove em wrong
And half a million bucks later, up still
They'll pray to see us fail (I know)
I'm really living, crib way out the city limit
Back the big up the 8 balls only take twenty minutes, uh
And niggas know my face, card run it up, I don't take long
As far as albums I hate yall's, my shit be really hitting
Threw a duffle bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass
Impossible, I blew through obstacles, niggas struggle pass
Gave niggas game and they fumbled that, I come with that
Humble flex, this Cartier dripping doing jumping jacks
Can't take niggas serious
I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious
My bitch be like period
Stones in the cuban get cold as Lake Erie get
Weak advice from fuck niggas who ain't gimmie shit (Ah)

Got my chicken up, whipping up
Dropping off and picking up, nigga what?
My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up
Benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talking freely?
Never touched this kind of paper and secretly you wanna be me
Your hustle off completely but I'm reading off a cheat sheet
Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team going for a three-peat
I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate
My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creeped back sporadically
Put a brick around me and that will be assault and battery
My city ain't seen this before me and won't after me
The mail stacked up so I'm sitting on checks
What we gon spend it on next, jewels dripping on set
I need a spot out in Florida where the Seminoles at
You know Jacksonville to Tampa like I'm Leonard Fournette
I got love for my niggas, some anxious and some patient
The patient ones up, the others just want cases
Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathing
When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playing, uh

Got my chicken up, whipping up
Dropping off and picking up, nigga what?
My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up
Benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talking freely?
Never touched this kind of paper and secretly you wanna be me
Your hustle off completely but I'm reading off a cheat sheet
Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team going for a three-peat