[Verse 1]
Six-figure nigga, ah-ah
From my heart to the trigger, you're my nigga, ah-ah
Check the lists, I'm the only thing you see
Number one, we demons and we sit in a car, it's possessed
His future was bright bur we put out his lights
I know a lot of women, not one of them are a hoe
If I start the Gilera, it's game day
I could sell PT:1 for a Lambo
I've had way too much to drink, now I'm bragging
I put diamonds on my watch, now I'm freezing
Hes a psycho, behind the mic he's retarded
I got a settlement, it made me shiver
I could fill Friends, have them sing along
So why should I answer a club organizer?
Bottles are empty like my eyes
One died, two died, three died
It's just another day on the strip
We shoot from a distance but we hit the target
That's why niggas gotta keep thirty in the clip
I fill the apartments with Glocks and grenades
Nothing remarkable, mom, it's just toys
I'm back on my bullshit, fresh out
The scene, is my room, I lock the door when I step out
I've always been weak for dhahabi, ah-ah
If you talk shit my finger starts itching, ah-ah
[Verse 2]
I have no haters, just one and another stalker
Without internet, you're just a simple Peter Parker
Its soon June, I wait for a mill or two
I'm up, I have no time to smoke nowadays
I only talk in dollar och dirham
Maybe I should study law and
Stop paying these lawyers every hour
Hes gangsters, he has income, he has drip
Plus I'm a family guy, Peter Griffin
Wait, wait
I'm vigilant, sniper, trigger-happy, sports car
Cocaine, weed, new flavor, five kilos
Ten kilos, Gucci-dress, hand gun, RS
Clothes, it's designer, when I came people knew
It's what people love
The attention they get when they walk with the best
I'm playmaker, Iniesta
Only my boys around the table, no extras