Superleggera

[Verse 1]
Down ass bitch'll pull a hundred razors for me
Dead ass shooters get a hundred haters for me
Live my days like, sleep my nights like
I could tell you but then again you believe the hype
Have some cameras around maybe to film this
Tomorrow ain't promised ball hard nigga, real shit
My life too much for this shit not to be on camera
These niggas amateurs just look at they parameters
I'm OT ducking the D's, up north readying orders
My nigga Gio for sure in Jamaica holding them quarters
Cotton crews with a skully for really nilly it's Philly
Milly in the wheely if these niggas drilly I squilly
My word, still paying rent in drug money
Still copping 3-for-1 Swishers with my girl's money
Ugly but the hoes love me
Small thing to a giant, get money
Like this since I arose from the tummy
Played it straight, switched my aim up
But I promise you momma I ain't no gangster
Don't worry about mine grind 'til I get it
And God bless my moms cause she birthed that nigga, nigga

[Hook]
I'm having nightmares
Pussy niggas getting money having nightmares
You duck niggas couldn't walk a mile in my Nike Airs
Got a bad black bitch extensions in her hair
Smell the haze on her breath so hood
My bitch rock pink Tims with her sweats
For my niggas thats getting it, fuck them niggas that don't
By any means necessary and fuck them niggas that won't
Hoping we die as gangsters and remember to go get my momma the Rolls

[Verse 2]
Panorama overhead, screens in the dash
Watch the green turn to red, ease on the gas
Dreams of lemon yellow Lambos, metal with rubber handles
I hear niggas but I'm living on different channels
Vintage rider, this shit here comes with a driver
A chef at home to chop the swordfish, steam the lobster
Real niggas in my squad, check the roster, move like mobsters
Whale watching, eating penne pasta
Watch the Eagles on CBS, Super Bowl XXXIX on VHS
That T.O. shit still get niggas upset
Dearly departed
We wasn't broke but we was broken hearted
God blessed the children raised by single mothers and fathers
Thankful for O.G.'s set examples for all us
You can stick to guns and spray and butter what they taught us
She spoiled rotten
Rough sex on the softest cotton
And if your boyfriend ain't got a deal bitch drop him

[Hook]