You ready? Yeah Go on (Crackhouse) Talkin' 'bout you are so And my sound, you want us? You never know that when it come to championship It's we that have the management That correspond with good youth to sing for good truth Lil' 36 Chambers, piecin' out a unit, we be Wu-Tangin' Slidin' out in Cali' with my shooter, he be hoo-bangin' Boo-danglin', lil' 'cause Crippin', he be flu flammin' Blue-flamin', titties on the yop, we be 2 Chainz Usainin', old-school jammin' 'cross the train tracks Caught your brother slippin', tell that boy to give that pain back Never pullin' over for the hook, I got all type of warrants Speed racer, NASCAR driver, Mr. High Performance Clip full of cop killers, no pop shots or warnings Woke up to a play for ten or better, my type of mornin' Lil' Mike doubled back on me for roofin' Steph So how the fuck he got a problem with me swipin' Lauren? Let her get pick up the litter, eeny miny moe Just opened up a new spizzy, shit been kinda slow Fiends comin' to me for credit with the highest hopes Still get it gone, move it faster than a lightning bolt (Skrrt, skrrt) Who supply the coke, move the bag, front the merch (Blockworks) From the first to fifteenth through the thirty-first? (It's on) Me, that's who, pullin' up in S-Classes (Yeah) Catchin' all the beans, runnin' fiends up to the check catch (Skrrt) Me, that's who, never ever took a front (Uh-huh) Still don't wear no mask or no gloves when I'm hookin' up (Trap, trap, trap) Me, that's who, let's get it You know me, I don't need no introduction to this (Where we at?) Maybachs parked in Manhattan while we at Carbone My nigga in a cell, I sent him twelve-fifty for a phone Bring the bill to me 'cause I know what to do like Puffy Combs I know niggas that was buyin' bricks, now they buyin' homes Touch down, one day in town, made a dub again Sittin' so close to the coach, he could sub me in Buyin' plain watches with the dirty money, that's how you clean it I still do real nigga shit when it's not convenient High-fived Durant mid-game, boy, this shit insane Choose the dinner over half a mill' just to pick his brain Burnt more money than I saved, I should feel ashamed What advice do you got for a young nigga switchin' lanes? Gotta move careful like a old man with a cane Everybody fall but who fall and don't feel a thing? I could score sixty on a twisted ankle when it's sprained If Mayweather sold dope, would his record be the same? I don't leave nothing on the table, I'ma get it all It's counterfeits in the safe, the real money in the wall It's gotta be Shaquille old crib 'cause the ceilings tall You never know who gon' ball hard till they get the ball We used to battle on the roof, the loser had to cook the work Twenty-five hundred dime rocks, tell me what that's worth She the type of bitch to buy a car 'cause it match her purse No money down, made the plug send the package first Ask the question backwards just to see if niggas that alert Could have bought another Rollie, spent it on a batch of Percs Ten years ago, I had bags of Granddaddy Purp Stack enough racks so you won't have to come back to Earth Most anticipated, streets waitin' like I'm Biggaveli Barclays Center, I'm with Vito, Babyface and Eddie Call me when niggas wanna die, I kill 'em when they ain't ready Shawty got a body like Beyoncé, I bought her a Kelly Raise the price of the narcotics like Martin Skhreli Thousand-gram Cuban link on a nigga heart is heavy Text message from the dealership that say the car is ready Stars in the double-R, Stephon Marberry (Skrrt) Who supply the coke, move the bag, front the merch (Blockworks) From the first to fifteenth through the thirty-first? (It's on) Me, that's who, pullin' up in S-Classes (Yeah) Catchin' all the beans, runnin' fiends up to the check catch (Skrrt) Me, that's who, never ever took a front (Uh-huh) Still don't wear no mask or no gloves when I'm hookin' up (Trap, trap, trap) Me, that's who, let's get it You know me, I don't need no introduction to this Where we at? Yeah, just like that