You speak on my name and it came with the pressure (and what?)
We started destruction (yeah)
I flew the bytch in way out from Australia (yeah), the global express (on God)
I told the lil' nikka don't come with them messages, 'cause we kill the messenger (huh)
My bytch got the Drac' with the beam (huh, huh)
400K large on her rings (that's right)
Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen (huh, huh)
I'ma boss up the street, hoe, you shyttin' me?
How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (shmoney)
It's a 16 passenger genie (yeah)
Hold it down with this hoe, bro, you're killing me
Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (woah)
We gonna make us a scene
I send my dawg, check out the scene (woah)
I can't even hide from the hoe
All of this water, ice on my ring (woah)
Don't get beside yourself
When you see king, p*ssy hoe speak (uh)
I rock designer belts
Not neither one of them wrestling things
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