Oh, oh, oh

Is he shy?

Still merchant, get a bird for ten, that's a real Birkin

Still purgin', learn to work my hand behind that steel curtain

Still surfin' on the dark web, made a big purchase

Still lurkin' in the shadows, title teller still workin'

With the Bureau of Investigation, new V12 motor

In the driveway, fresh up off the gate, I was a deal closer

Runnin' through them X's, switchin' my plates, trizzin' my cream soda

Python on my head, watchin' for snakes, you know we bleed Cobras

Kilo to Cubana, he ran me 'bout ten keys of coke

I'm pitchin', me rollin', 650, back to stock

Cream and mocha, narcs pulled up, reversed the tourists

Tap dancin' like I'm Morris, day in the life

A double cup, full of purple sores

Got niggas tryna fly the hook, before they rehearse the chorus

Workin' ported, broke off a chunk for Uncle Kurt to snort it

Parking formers all on the grass, don't need no parking assistance

Every morning in my windshield wiper, it's a parking ticket

What else?

Escalator style, my niggas foul, the most violent

Money and violence, many wives like I'm Solomon

Salamander skin, niggas know the skinny

Small towns, countin' pennies, meet me at the Denny's

Show me at the Shoney's, I'm only with the homies

Synchronizing rollies, we havin' drinks out of Inkster

Easter Bunny pink sneakers, Lincoln pink toes, fat keisters

My gun black is Dr. Umar, and why the woke?

I break the bread, divide the loaf, provide the smoke

Tequila shots, Godiva notes, scuba-diving gear

Roam the pier, drive the boat, designer soap

This live from the soapbox, the pulpit

P220 in the Woolridge, the 4-5

I came back on my bullshit

With 227 and Richard Millie, the rule fit

This Willie from Gunru, movin' like Sun Tzu

Still gettin' it, doubled up on my one-two

Know how I do

I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man

Yeah, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh