that’s it

I guess you could say that’s it I guess you could say I’m lit I guess you can say I’ve been getting this paper Money stacked up take a pic Those boys peons get flicked Don’t play his track it’s shit But play my track it’s sick They always on my dick My bitch is fucking thick She might take a lick I’ve been drinking to much lean I feel it in my gut I’m sick My OPPs suck more than a tic Your bitch eat than the tip Gimme a chip I’ll dip Gimme a pool I’ll flip Gimme a walk I’ll crip Gimme a chopper I’ll rip Right now I feel like Mcnut Cause I’m fucking round with a buckshot That boy he thought he was tough So I turnt that boy to a blood drop No bitches it must be rough Think you the main man living in a subplot If I pull up cuff a bitch like a cop If I pull up I’ll swerve through the lot Getting money I do that a lot My word and balls it’s all I got Paving the way from the bottom to top Sunglasses inside I don’t see what I shop I park the ride and carry a mop Empty the clip the blick get a swap Feeling like Batman roof I’m atop I get loose when I smoke that crop I speed up if they tell me to stop I see the future not past like ya pop I am the goat unable to flop Patek Phillipe look at the watch