iPhone X

(album: No Hooks II - 2019)

Yeah
Yeah, ayy

When Lil Jerry had the Marauder, I had fifteen dollars
A glass jar and an eight ball of powder
Now I carry 'round dubs like the shit ain't a problem
I got clio in Toledo, I'll be there in an hour
Certified in the streets, I done ran with some dogs
Valet park at the 'Set, dragging bags out the mall
If you here, then it's cheap, I need gas if you far
But when I say I got gas, I don't mean I gotta fart
Used to ride an oldie, rims spin when I park
To jumping out a Benz, shirt Given' with the stars
Or Given' with the dog, tune in when I talk
I'm too motherfucking fresh, I can't blend in with y'all
Used to snatch Cartis, now I snatch tags off before the party
Thousand-dollar jeans, these ain't Ed Hardys
Twenty-five hundred for the sneakers, that's a pair of Cartis
Still gon' have a hundred on in jewelry when I turn forty
Looking for me, nigga, then you know just where I'm at
Tell my life story, I don't know if I can rap
Silver spoon niggas, you don't know about the trap
Real plug, get back on me when you finished with the pack
Bitch walk in the crib, make her turn her phone in
All these blues on me like I'm turning phones in
She ain't tryna fuck me, then she going home then
Streets so motherfucking cold, I don't trust my own mans
Had the Benz truck and then I did the 550
Nigga, ask your ho about it, she was catching rides with me
Drink a four, pop a Perc', that shit got my hands itching
Hit the town, make a swap, riding back with bands with me
Fool in the kitchen, turn a split into an eighth
Busting down bales, let the worker keep the shake
Dropped so many motherfucking pounds, I'm in shape
Boy, don't call my line if it ain't involving cake
Dickies on, stack season, feeling like I'm Pay
Ball so fucking hard, they can't guard me in the paint
Free my real niggas on the yard with them shanks
Gotta keep that tool on you in the garden with them snakes
I ain't buying another fucking car 'less it's a Wraith
Stars in the ceiling, feeling like I'm outer space
Shiny Moncler, Rollie on like I'm Mase
Niggas dick handle, only thing we handle is this pape'
All we got is money on the schedule, balling on another level, nigga
Welcome to Ghetto Boy records, nigga
Go to war about this money, it's whatever, nigga
Paid an extra couple for the whip 'cause it got leather in it
If I up this bitch, you better not move, don't get clever, nigga
Lay your ass down underground with the devil, nigga
I ain't pass my test in high school, but bought a Tesla, nigga
Gucci man-bag on my shoulder with a tester in it
Dropped another chain, boy, I know you feel the pressure, nigga
In and out of Golden Sun, ain't talking 'bout the weather, nigga
We might got the same fucking watch, but I look better in it
We might got the same fucking whip, but I look better in it
Ain't go to court this morning, now I got a warrant
Just left the dealership, I got another foreign
Balling like the Knicks from all these blues and oranges
You ain't in the mix, bitch, you ain't important
Bought a whole thing and cooked half of it
Took the other half to the O, I think the Cavs want it
Dropped a four way inside the water, put a bath on it
Every time that bag touch down, I spend my last on it

Hah, ayy
I'm peeping you niggas out there riding my motherfucking wave, nigga
Talking 'bout no hook this, no hook that, nigga
I started this shit, nigga
You hear me?
Who the fuck talking like this, nigga?
Y'all can't fuck with me, nigga
Ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave
(David Wesson)