This is amongst one of the best beats I've heard. If it had just slightly more 808s it be even doper. Legit. But then again that's from a bass heads perspective
When I'm doing business, do not hit my line (Yeah) I'mma pop my pistol, I'mma do some crime (Okay) All you fakes are lames and all you do is lie (Ooh) I'm dabbing, swaggin, mackin on yo bit relaxin' Toe taggin -- mac eleven, take some actions We never dancing, we never sold our soul I'mma real mother fucker and you already know Rags from riches trapping out the corner store Free-throw, ballin' on the d-low Shawty tutor free bro Brain game insane Automatic weapon go bang bang Cocoa sellin' here, but all the white girls call it yayo Trapping out the bando, mama told I done changed though Lane switches on you bitches who got problems with my money And all you haters funny, cause we richer than you bummies Try to check my swag, but all you do is come off ugly Middle fingers to you haters that could never be this lucky Did it for the dollar sign Reach right back, i'm blastin' nines We trapping every quarter now Pockets fat like Porter House Every single dollar that I made was from hard work All you fuckin haters and you lames needa network
Running through the city I got cash now 18 but I whip a coupe I do the dash now Shawty wanna fuck I just wanna get stacked now I pop a pill I think a nigga finna lash out