Basquiat

[Intro]
(Primo, turn this shit up)
And I don't like nothin' nine-percent
(Primo beats on the track)
Ooh
Show these niggas they ain't fuckin' with me, fuck these niggas
Alright
(Iced Up Records)

[Verse]
These niggas rattin' and they tellin', I don't know how the fuck to trust 'em
Quick to grab the chop and nail 'em, niggas pussy, I can smell 'em
Forty-six on my new bezel, I got rich, them niggas jealous
26'll do the dash, the Forgiats can't reach the pedal
Don't give a fuck about no niggas, hoes, or nothin', we really steppin'
Thousand 'bows, they come from Cali', you can't touch 'em, we can mail 'em
Used to rob, I'm rich forever, emerald cuts in every letter
Hundred rounds sit in the Pelle, syrup pints look like jelly
Got my own pape', the stat'll drop
Put a bag on niggas' blocks
Drop a tag if niggas hot
Ain't never friends, we really opps
Eighty grand, yeah, just playin', my lil' yeah to send the drop
I'm a man, lil' nigga, I was in the feds with niggas' pops
Richard Mille, Cullinan, and Spectre, Vacherons
We get right to it sooner if they tester lock you down
Ain't never opped around, don't fuck with cops around
I had my ups and downs, and now I'm rich like Kai Cenat
Huh, MACs and KelTecs'll paint some shit like Basquiat
I throw the bitch in drive, Cybertruck, she top me up
Keep dranky, Wockied up, they janky, copy us
Huh, real soldier nigga, a big dog with sloppy nuts
Ain't tryna work with niggas unless I got a verse for niggas
That purple mud from hittin' turkey bags and turkey bitches
I call up my lil' what? Pah, pah, he earned the chicken
Them racks gon' hurt they feelings
No Act', I'm purple sipping
You know that bag too heavy when I get packs that hurt the skizzy
They hit up my lil' gang, then we got back and lurked for minutes
Can't argue with no lame unless it's cash, I'm worth a million
Fuck them niggas and that shit they claim ain't worth a penny
Huh, got like thirty Rollies, niggas actors, worse than Emmy's
Might drive the 'vert to Denny's, I ride with Percs and semis
I'm grindin' 'til I'm filthy, bitch, my dryer worth a billy
Neck shinin', this shit silly, my wrist frostier than Mitchy's, nigga

[Outro]
(Iced Up Records)
Big dog shit
My own money, my own everything