Steezy

[Intro]
Ferno spazzed on this motherfucker
Ike this shit crazy

[Verse 1]
Yeah I cut out all the cuddling, scooch to the side
Two bad bitches, they coming in
Trip to Miami not to work but only to soak it in
You the type to cop her a Birkin for her to post you on her close friends
No I don't shoot but I know some niggas and they won't jam
Bitch wanna fuck and no I can't make her but the ghost can
Throw on the jacket, I'm bout to kill 'em I don't care
Surrounded with bosses yeah that's your nigga I don't know him (haha)

[Chorus]
You can call me Pryce but put the Mr. in front of it
I keep a bad bitch but not to fuck, just for company
Oh you tryna run with us, say you could start from up under me, work your way up to the top, and fuck around and get in front of me
And I could stop rapping today but stunt on niggas, that's fun to me, me and Nas, eating lunch with me
I get money abundantly
Real niggas, bag getters, only ones who can run with me
Baby boy ass niggas, all you niggas is sons to me
Like Phoenix, ball post-season, bad bitch with me took a pill in Ibiza
Off-white verse got a nigga feeling steezy
Gave that bitch some bread knowing she don't really need it
Can't nobody see me, feeling like I'm Cena, sorry I'm conceited
Talking to the mic he run up money, shit is easy
Shawty let me fuck but she could never really please me, hope she find Jesus

[Bridge]
Pure cocaine, A1s (haha), like I'm a D-boy
Pussy nigga ain't on shit, he just a decoy (yeah)
Hoes I can't save none, they won't beat me for it
Better not say take one, I take it all bitch
Ballin' on the off day, chillin' with an off-bitch
Brody on go, that nigga never had a off switch
Oh you want smoke, nigga, ah shit, he done knocked up on the wrong door, I get him off quick

[Verse 2]
Yeah, this shit God's plan, I'll be god damned, if I let a nigga try me tell him try again
I done seen my mama cry, and I won't see her cry again
If my dog lie, he won't get the chance to lie again
Tell the nigga come and try me and see what I mean
16, big boss they run this shit by me
Getting paid, remember rapping this shit was a hobby
This shit God's plan, don't need nobody, he got me, yeah he got me
Crib so big, I be home, I still get a bitch to come over and house-sit
And I still feel alone, every day I be surrounded, everybody down him, they all tried to clown me
Keep a Henny bottle in my hand, I gotta down it
Talking to my animals, I feel like Robert Downey
I'm a rich man, Richland, like the county
You the sixth man, quit playing, get from round me (haha)

[Chorus]
You can call me Pryce but put the Mr. in front of it
I keep a bad bitch but not to fuck, just for company
Oh you tryna run with us, say you could start from up under me, work your way up to the top, and fuck around and get in front of me
And I could stop rapping today but stunt on niggas, that's fun to me, me and Nas, eating lunch with me
I get money abundantly
Real niggas, bag getters, only ones who can run with me
Baby boy ass niggas, all you niggas is sons to me
Like Phoenix, ball post-season, bad bitch with me took a pill in Ibiza
Off-white verse got a nigga feeling steezy
Gave that bitch some bread knowing she don't really need it
Can't nobody see me, feeling like I'm Cena, sorry I'm conceited
Talking to the mic he run up money, shit is easy
Shawty let me fuck but she could never really please me, hope she find Jesus