Poof (Remix)

[Chorus]
Aye, Look
Faragamo on my feet, I keep the flare on my toes
And I swear to God that I'm elite, I always wanna carry the gold
Need ten racks for a fee, I come with various flows
Niggas always wanna compete, you couldn't compare me to those
In a whole different area codes
My niggas roll up we gone burry your soul
Bitches pull up they the rarest of hoes
Hottest as fuck they rarely get cold
I never stress over anyone else 'cause I'm never impress when I stare at my foes
I can't suppress all the words that I flex when they look at me I know they scared of me though

[Post-Chorus]
Top 5 nigga I'm top 1
Top 5 nigga you not 1
I got wins you got none
I don't take the L's you take
I elevate the top run
Resonate with figures most these niggas
Been my Godson
Niggas steal my steez and claim they got one

[Verse 1]
Switch up on niggas like Sammy Sosa
I'm MVP, I demand the trophy
They envy me and they snitch on my plays to the feds in attempts to hand me over
Way too many you niggas I'm standing over
I'm too far in the lead all yall plans is over
Im too strong with the speed even if they stand in my way its sad 'cause i ran them over
I don't ever feel pressure to move
They say money can never buy happiness for me but I seen what cheddar can do
People turn rats in the heat of the moments if they not together with you
That's why I stand by myself in the midst of a circle with niggas who been trained how to groove

[Refrain]
No shit, I just quit, blew up quick woah
Let it hit though, I been poppin like cisco
Devilish ways like my fist tho, crack cocaine flow got that crystal
Guys are legit we don’t miss when shoot better get low
Word to my big bro, they told me get off my ass so I got me some cash and that wrist flood

[Chorus]
Aye, Look
Faragamo on my feet, I keep the flare on my toes
And I swear to God that I'm elite, I always wanna carry the gold
Need ten racks for a fee, I come with various flows
Niggas always wanna compete, you couldn't compare me to those
In a whole different area codes
My niggas roll up we gone burry your soul
Bitches pull up they the rarest of hoes
Hottest as fuck they rarely get cold
I never stress over anyone else 'cause I'm never impress when I stare at my foes
I can't suppress all the words that I flex when they look at me I know they scared of me though