What's That -

Nah, you go first

Mane, why I gotta go first?

Man, you went first on the last one

That’s crazy, man fuck it

Who said I ain’t gon go in (Nuke Bizzle, yeah) 100

Me and Sunny back to back ridin' in a foreign

(Ridin' in a foreign, skkr)

Got foreign bitches, getting money, never getting boring

(Never getting boring)

Rollin' up BackWood, high tech pourin'

(High tech pourin')

Slam dunk a whole brick and we still scorin'

Ayy, smokin' out the P, what’s that to me

Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me

Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me

Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me

Smokin' out the P, what’s that to me

Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me

Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me

Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me

Yeah, tellin' you it ain’t shit to me

Plenty gold chains on entity

Plenty cake, nigga come and get a piece

Ain’t shit sweet, it’s coming with the beat

Pink slip ain’t fuckin' with the lease

15 bands on me at the least

458 motor in a beast

You can hear that fucker comin' down the street

NFL pad, ballin' NBA

He wet the villi', I’m NBA

Got a FN and a dirty cake

Got a .45 and a .38

Got a bad bitch, she from out the Bay

500 plus, when she catch a day

Roll my BackWood, bezel pourin' eight

I be flyin' high, everyday I wake

Mobbin' hard, all my niggas in black red

Red rag 'round the choppa, it’s Baghdad

Rich nigga but I came from a black man

Real Ps only focused on fast cash

I’ma hit em' he gon need him a match pad

Racks with me in my MTM backpack

Chop a nigga and I’m thanked with a fat stack

Stick talk make them choppas go blatt-blatt (blatt-blatt)

Me and Sunny back to back ridin' in a foreign

(Ridin' in a foreign, skkr)

Got foreign bitches, getting money, never getting boring

(Never getting boring)

Rollin' up BackWood, high tech pourin'

(High tech pourin')

Slam dunk a whole brick and we still scorin'

Ayy, smokin' out the P, what’s that to me

Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me

Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me

Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me

Smokin' out the P, what’s that to me

Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me

Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me

Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me

It ain’t shit to me, but it’s something to you

I’m a real trapper, what I gotta prove?

I’ma get it gone, what I gotta move?

Stayin' down, reason why I got these

I’m a real blood, that’s why I got these shoes

Blood talkin' blood, walk in Christian Loubs

Sign temporary Tennis shoes

Keep racks like a Tennis player do

Ride by throw some money out the roof

Everybody know Sunny got the juice

4 AM still pourin' up with Nuke

While I’m on the phone kickin' shit with Duke

I’ma stay the same, in and out the booth

Killer with my aim, I don’t even gotta shoot

Big time, what

Niggas fake cross you for the smallest loot

Damn, that’s why I don’t trust a soul

Get money and break on the hoes

Damn, workin' my wrist in the boat (skkr)

And I’m breakin' yo bitch for the dough

Damn, I put my hoe on the road (road)

Let’s get this show on the road

Damn, met the plug, get him and done

Soon as I get them, they sold (they sold)

Me and Sunny back to back ridin' in a foreign

(Ridin' in a foreign, skkr)

Got foreign bitches, getting money, never getting boring

(Never getting boring)

Rollin' up BackWood, high tech pourin'

(High tech pourin')

Slam dunk a whole brick and we still scorin'

Ayy, smokin' out the P, what’s that to me

Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me

Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me

Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me

Smokin' out the P, what’s that to me

Whole pint of lean, what’s that to me

Racks in my jeans, what’s that to me

Red bottom sneaks, what’s that to me