Serious lyrics by Peso Peso, RMC Mike, Louie Ray, Mg Lil Bubba
Yeah, man, this shit get serious
I’m with Louie rockin’ Louis, man, this shit get serious
The doctors and the nurses, I’m way richer than my peers
Nigga, I grew up poor, I ain’t never shop in Sears
Rubber band around my hot, that’s better for my grip
Before he bite a burger, you see the jiggle from his lip
Really rich, nigga, I gotta pay double in my whip
Put that pack on top of the scale, heat that lil’ shit up and dip
Was told to spread my wings, I came up on a triple beam
Woke up kinda rusty, but in a minute, I’ll wake up clean (Clean)
The fiend can’t bite my dope without no teeth, it make her bleed (I’m sorry)
Touch that nigga from ‘cross the street with my gun, I don’t need no beam
I post the trap spot with a hammer, I just need my fire and a camera
Bitch rode me like a reindeer, in the streets, I’m Black Santa
In the H with Mike, Lee, and Louie Ray, might bump with Ri in Atlanta
Why the fuck the bitch tryna play sleep? She can’t be seein’ me in her pajamas
Verse 2: Louie Ray
Uh, they gave me a quarter clean
I got high prices, condos, and self-esteem
Surfin’ got me froze, hear my phone and watch it ring (Fuck that shit)
Boy ain’t tryna spend it like I do, he droppin’ green (Fool)
Ain’t really cool with people in the streets, but nice to fiends
Turn up like we won a Super Bowl and buy some rings
She know how I want cup slush, it’s eight degrees
Ricky jeans on me loose as fuck, these ain’t capris
Can’t compare my chain to what you rock, this eighty G’s
Just to make sure y’all can see my watch
Just to make sure y’all can see my watch, I cut the sleeve
I ain’t get the truck, that’s short as fuck, I got the sleeve
Verse 3: RMC Mike
I bought thirty pair of Air Forces this month, they all Supreme
I literally got tired of cookin’ dope and taught a fiend
I drop thirty on her, girly lost it, niggas talkin’ cheap
I been ballin’ since I started, niggas lookin’ lost to me
Yes, I could’ve dropped that ‘Lac truck, but instead I bought a Jeep
I can put you on, but that information cost a fee
I know an OG used to drink a pint a day, he lost his teeth
And that nigga that you think be runnin’ shit, he lost to me
I got tired of runnin’ back and forth for weed and bought a tree
When they down and broke, it ain’t nowhere to go, they callin’ me
I done pulled the Lambo right up on they block, they all can see
I don’t give no fuck, that money and that cup, that’s all I need
