My diamonds hit harder when the light off
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off
(This beat from Murda) (Murda)
Got a thousand pounds for a thousand, buy them bitches now
First they tried to steal my style, now they tryna steal my sound
Thank God, I ain’t been broke in a while
Do what I do to a T, you my child
I left the bitch in the field and she sour
Move like a ghost in my town, I got power
Reach for a chain on my neck, hear a boaw
I’m hittin’ ’em hard, make ’em throw in the towel
Don’t get ’em started, if you ask me, I’m the hardest
Ain’t come to play with these boys, I ain’t Carti
AMG big body, sound like it farted
I hurt they feelings, ain’t telling’ ’em sorry
These niggas boring, I’m on some more shit
Hundred racks spent on my teeth, I like…