Yeah, Uhh Yeah A.K.A Laurenovicci Yo, Yo Hot blocks, corrupt cops, traffic at drug spots Still up in the midst of this shit my niggas love knots Queens hustlers.. get bread, connects trust us Chrome busters, that move yay to these lusters Bad bitches and drug dealers most of my network Fuck around lose your net worth over some wet work Patron season, off top my stone's blinging I rock only high quality with no apology Beef and broccolis, 40 belows in the 745, 740 for o's 7:30 riding dirty, right in front of our shows Never ever bought a loosie, Gucci's cover my toes We ain't 'em other niggas, move gracious my whip's spacious Matter of fact we bought space ships with small faces Crumbled up 1's and 5's up at the dealer ship Triple beam dreams with fiends it's what we're dealing with Hand knitted sweaters get draped over Berettas Taking time out to go and write my niggas letters You'll be home soon pushing V12s and breaking seashells Whipping something German bagging shorties up with Sherman Late night maneuvering, Manny's and Grandma Cocaine is part of the plan, Pa That's what I'm talkin' about, playa, playa, that's what I'm talkin' about Yo, keep your head up man, and stay hard on the motherfuckin' tunes Criminal minded, changed the climate, live life and then I rhyme it Blueprint designer got my inner circle shinning Illegal life my wife, street matrimony, clap a phony Connects play and tango, manchego, macaroni Plated up bottles of wine it's so organic My niggas flipping work that's raw, while y'all panic Meanwhile your shit's stepped on something like a ladder My elevations evident you niggas looking sadder I'm a bison with a Breitling, fly shines with extra icing Type of shit I'm writing makes this fuckin life enticing, ugh You never sold drugs so stop fronting This is just the way that we move we're not stunting Rock chains to buy groceries, keep my waistline toasty My works on the strip play the bassline closely Watch the fly from a bird's eye view, speak the words that's true Y'all acting like y'all fam 'cause you heard I blew? Shit! I never fucked with y 'all niggas, man, stop playin' Might've slapped your hand, breezin' through, maneuvering graciously We might've had some small talk at the corner store, but you ain't runnin' with me You didn't fuck with me, you didn't fuck with my niggas Matter of fact, you ain't even like my niggas