(Not playing with these n***as no more, man)

We fill lobbies with dope, day dreaming of Bugattis and boats
Fascinated watching interviews of Gotti for quotes
I heard them folks wanna get rid of me
Small things, still getting neck in that ghost
Paranormal activity
We sell 'matics for cheap, that's not a rollie, that's a Patik Phillippe
Lil' n***a, find it funny you gods finished
Switching up phones, no plans, we buy minutes
Its not a gimmick, they know we sell 'yay
Cigar life, imported from where Fidel stay (Cuba)
Rappers talkin bout tour, Im on a tour too
12 cities, only difference I be bringing raw through
Made it outta them corners barely
Now I’m making sluts out the bitches they want to marry
Huh, round table where the guards at
Play with the base pull strings where my guitar at? (n***a)
Tryna front on my name
Same n***a that’s on me brought Pun in the game
I jumped in the range, He asked me "n***a what you 'tryna do?"
Said "I'm still moving work n***a what you trying to do?"
Most pillars, sweat loafs, no spice, gorilla, base coke, that low price
Tom Ford, my suit butter, exchange numbers with Kimmy right after Cruel Summer
I’m just dishing them game, clothes drug inspired to, tee Christopher Kane, n***a, n***a
I've been the nicest, underrated and overlooked
But when it comes to "La Cocaína" I'm overbooked
My V nasty, you know the cake's long (What else?)
White girl mob crib full of that Kreayshawn
I heard them talk about 'yay, but we be at the docks
And never seen a rapper walk my way