Told my brother, "just hop in the cut"
Told my shooter, "just shoot at the crowd"
It's going down!
We came for the throne, now we taking the crown
Boy we taking it all, we knocking 'em down
Blue face on my wrist I'm like "damn"!
I'm like "wow"!
How I fit twenty racks in my pockets?
Like how?
Boy I do all of this shit for the racks
I do all of this shit for the bands
True Religion the jeans I'm sagging my pants
Told my buddha just hold all my bands
Told my brother "let's got to Milan"
"Then we link all the hoes in Japan"
We got drums in the ARKTILLA band
Put that boy on the cover, put him on the mag
Took the milk all the way to the top I'm the dad
Where yo daddy? Oh he ran? (Ha-Ha)
Man that hoe tryna link told her "not right now"!
I get geeked out my mind boy I'm walking on clouds
Pull up on that boy with that (bleh-bleh-bloww)
Catch him bout what he said make it (grr-grr-groww)
I'm with my brother and we rollin loud
Headline the show, boy like Rolling Loud
And we bumping ARKTILLA, speakers crying loud
Smoke a blunt on the stage, smell it from the crowd
Ehh!
I was about to say don't leak this waan, but ahh
Nah never mind it ain't happening!
Just like the vig I been in the mix
Boy I'm hitting the wickets, I been on the pitch
Get racks with my bro like we Terry n Meech
At the top of the pillar, you can't even reach
I done did all this shit as yRichie
With your hoe shoot a film like Guy Ritchie
All of the bad hoes call me yRichie
Yes I'm rich, yung Richard
I done been on a journey you'd think I'm a pilgrim
Lil bro I'm the turning point, I'm the pivot
Compare me to the racks boy I look like a midget
If we talking bout racks I might itch, I might fidget
Chandelier, my diamonds they glisten
In Marseille on a boat it's just me and my twinnem
Keep my dawg on a leash tell him "boy go get 'em"
And my dawgie he listen, he'll really go get 'em