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When you look up, I'm at your front door like Mr. Bookman Tool on my belt, catch niggas while they cookin' Nigga good lookin', never would I let you down No matter what you cop, hit you with a extra pound The block hot from the bodies that we left around Shell shocked, never would I breathe a vowel We sell rocks, the reason that we eatin' now If hell hot when I'm leanin', I be leavin' clouds The yell spot with a whale's fish tail Maseratis and Benzes, all I sell is fishscale Big Mel, you better feel me like braille Them titties look big on that mini MAC-12 Akron, shit crazy for a black male Dead or jail or you ballin' like the Pac-12 Regime mafia You niggas sellin' coke 'cause it's popular Look, you niggas sellin' coke 'cause it's popular (Fuck boy) We really down with the mafia (The mob) Savage niggas, we hittin' papi up Round table meetin', tilapia, ship that product up (Migo) My niggas really from the projects, bruh (The 'jects, nigga) We really had to get them dollars up (Dollars, boy) You rap about coke because it's popular My niggas in the trap, they got Migos bringin' that product up (Migo) Look, Zilla, you sellin' dope 'cause it's popular (It's a fact) I'm really down with the mafia (I'm with the mob, nigga) I'm in the kitchen, my niggas whippin' tilapia Helicopters on top of ya, federales, they watchin' ya Strap in the Nautica, niggas singin' like Monica The Glock got a silencer, let it blow like harmonicas You niggas amateur, night at the Apollo (Woah) I moonwalk on white squares, vitiligo (Shit) Tahoe full of that snow, we playin' hockey (Yeah) I'll get 'em to you A$AP Rocky via papi (Migo) Tryna make a mil' off the broccoli, Lil Yachty Want drama? Make a nigga cha-cha with the shotty (Let's do cha-cha) Mr. Miyagi, wax on and wax off Whippin' up a fresh batch that's stronger than bath salts (Uh) Five, four, three, two, one, they blast off Take your hats off, a mob boss gettin' packs off (The mob) You niggas can't walk in my shoes (No) You need a quarter mil' just to talk to my dudes (Yeah) Run off on the plug, you makin' front page news (Facts) You lose, you fuckin' with the ill street blues Look, you niggas sellin' coke 'cause it's popular (Fuck boy) We really down with the mafia (The mob) Savage niggas, we hittin' papi up Round table meetin', tilapia, ship that product up (Migo) My niggas really from the projects, bruh (The 'jects, nigga) We really had to get them dollars up (Them dollars, boy) You rap about coke because it's popular My niggas in the trap, they got Migos bringin' that product up (Migo) Rappers spittin' dope boy bars 'cause they popular (Fake as ever) Wintertime fade with the waves and the sloth fur Bicoastal mob, it's evident we're real, dude (Yeah) You from the 'Ville and I'm from a place They call the 'Ville too (Merville) Dig it, that lemon tree got me ultra smacked Johnnie Walker shots in the mirror, ultra strapped (I got it on me) The god'll hit you with seven, no Kyle Lowry Big bag stackin', fuck chattin', end of story (No chattin') Savage, mob shit, I ain't gotta floss If a nigga ever whack me, he can't be a boss (That's word to me) Trail from NY to O-Town to CA That food move, plates breakin', we get chicken all day (Gotta get it) Facts, that 458 my favorite whip Black socks, black outfit with the black lips (That black rob) Regime Gang and I'm on the grind, G's Blue Cookies crushed in the front, two in the whole E (Brrt, uh)