I seen a lotta things that I can’t forget, I been scarred for life, You wanna be part of the gang, But you weren’t apart of the come up, Get outta my sight, My brother LJ keep a blicky, Turn your head to a Turkish delight, We went through the darkness to get to the light, Sometimes you gotta kill to survive, Everything real on my body ain’t none of this fake, Made this money myself, Boy I’m the king of Colombo, Just look at my numbers I’m building my wealth, Yeah I’ll put your baby in designer clothing, She’ll link you up wearing my belt, All of you haters I’ll send you to hell, YVMG the label I’m always gon yell,
I got that popstar status, Ain’t none of our ops gon catch us, I’m rocking Balenciaga and Dolce Gabanna, You rocking them Sketchers, Yeah I got my pops living better, I got Life of Bad News on my sweater, You cannot copy us, Ottawa to Atlanta we making y’all jealous,
Can’t believe I popped off, Now I’m getting paper like a doctor, Everybody drank get topped off, The kicks that I rock never knock off, You won’t ever get my chain or my watch off, Baby I’m really in front of you, I’m a real life popstar, Just take it all and get dropped off, You won’t catch me alone, Be careful around me or you might take one to the dome, All I need is a phone, Yeah we could be in Paris or Rome, It don’t matter I’m posted up with all my bros, I got cambos and filipinos my brother mauritian, Diss you in creole, When I’m in Sri Lanka I sit on a throne, You can never clone me,
Y’all watching Gangsta movies just to get inspired, Man you love to embellish, YVMG its all for my bredren, Send out some shots imma teach ya’ll a lesson, And the 9 millimeter was my first investment, Now when I got a problem you know I address it, Turn you to veggies the coffin the dressing, Ahhhh spending money what a blessing, Way before music boy I was still a hustler I’m serving the customers, These people don’t love you they all want your money, These VVS stones boy I gotta stay flooded, I pull Colombo they know that we stuntin, Boy i see how you move I can see all the frontin, Do for my self so this really ain’t nothing, That exotic gas boy you know I be puffing, I do what i want when I want and I love it, Pull out a calculator making too much money we gon count it later, Bulletproof the whip, shooters on lock they waiting, So don’t try make a move that ain’t advantageous, Yea I’m levitating all these drugs boy I’m off of the planet, Boy i whup your ass in a whole different language, I feel like my pops when he talking in creole, Vin la mo pou casse to la tête,
I got that popstar status, Ain’t none of our ops gon catch us, I’m rocking Balenciaga and Dolce Gabanna, You rocking them Sketchers, Yeah I got my pops living better, I got Life of Bad News on my sweater, You cannot copy us, Ottawa to Atlanta we making y’all jealous,
