Third iris

Man, i'm tired of people saying my tracks are not lit enough and shit
This is fucking ULG., 2k17, pilot fucking trace
Let's fucking get it, gang, you all bitches

High flying, sky diving
Opened up my third iris
Fuck 12, they never see me
Life a game and it ain't easy
Doing dirt, so greasy
I think I might need a cleaning
These hoes can't play no games
Ballin' hard like 2k
Out my way, out my lane
Self employed and self made
Damn
I'm feeling this shit
That's the reason why I killed it
That's the reason why i'm in the building
That's the reason you in yo feelings
Ay
Fuck the place where you stay
Spin a track like beyblades
Take my wealth to the grave
Fuck whoever you co-sign
All you do is waste my time
Can't you see i'm on my grind
Make money, cut ties
Burn bridges, count digits
My only goal is to fuck bitches
Mess around and get stitches
I'll be there in a minute
Round shades, cross fade
Hoes thirsty need gatorade
ULG., no better gang
Purple team we here to stay
Gang