First 48

Yeah, you know me Big Crooked Skeme, right I guess I'll just murder this shit real quick then What up Ill Will [Verse] Look Pimpin' ain't dead cause a nigga still living Sox gang bang bitch and ain't never switch it Ya man don't touch half the money I'm getting I'm a stand up guy, but baby all my cars sitting Move in slow motion off the potion I'm sipping Double cup stuck, nigga I ain't even tripping Ice in my ears make it hard for me to listen And you ain't gotta ask if I'm on, it's a given Now where the bread at, better yet, where your head at Money up nigga, yea dat, act like I never said that Smoking fire, stacks on too tall Trying to find a bitch with old money and new draws Girl I'm a killer Them other niggas buying, girl you're talking to the dealer Dollar go-getter, wood gold realer Nigga 8 shots fired split em up like Swishers What it do, see they don't have a clue She said she heard I was raw, I said that rumor is true Sitting in the coupe, trying not to look cooped up Ice cream paint, bitches die to get scooped up Shoutout big Dom, ho choose up If you ain't with it bitch, you can beat it, duece up Money make a bitch recognize And if not, bitch, get a better set of eyes Fly like falcons and high like mountains My cash stack stupid and we ain't even counting Champagne on pour like a fountain You know that Rosé is no less than two thousand Sire(?) in this motherfucker with me, too geeked Got the squad blacked out, boy, too deep Get your ass stomped trying to run up on me Cause all my niggas on go and all my bitches on E Yeah, turn me up and turn me on You know I'm in my zone, I got kush in my cologne For LA I'm putting on, bitch this where I belong I be smoking on that strong, like my women to be grown Flow so diesel, you are no equal Number one gunner, other rappers just sequels Pistols & Palm Trees, boy this here a prequel Flying in shittin' on them boys, seagulls No redo, bitch, you know we do Hit a 3 like them Heat(?) do