What you workin with? That my facecard
Thats your facecard
Cicero on the beat
Tie his motherfuckin facecard
What you workin with?
What you workin with? Im workin with my facecard
Break your damn wrist cookin up that straight hard
Yeah, and Im goin straight hard, dumb with the K
Then make bond on my face, cause Im done with the case, beat it
Twelve-fifty, twelve-fifty, two bands on my shoes
Shoot a fifty, shoot another fifty, til we make the news
Went full petty in a minute, Asian bitch showed me her boobs
Wish for opps tellin game, and they swipin and start scammin
Im on Xannies in the Lamby, might do the dash and go crash it
Im on perkies while Im workin, Im booted, got bad habits
I put blues on the jeweler, got VVs on top of baguettes
Im the dapper don with that, I wear Dior, new Air Maxes
Four-four-forty-eight, we fax em
Thousand we made out the plastic
She tokin on dick like its acid
I pull up in coupe, Jurassic
Wings, pterodactyl
Im on a bean, pop a capsule
Rollie freeze, Im Alaska
Servin chicken platter like its pasta
I want every dollar like Little Rascal
My daddy dead and Im a bastard
I got a buck fifty, cut you like a Bronx nigga
Real swamp nigga, pump gon make you jump, nigga
Boom, bow, two-step, DJ Unk, nigga, huh?
Yeah, in my black tee I still trump niggas
I hit licks in my black tee, Im still a gold-digger
Take your chain and your Rollie, come up out your shoes, nigga
Grabbed my chain and my Rollie fore I went to school, nigga
Im a walkin ice licker, I wear nothin but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow, look like molly cubes
Aint no tuckin in my chain, I feel like Ice Cube
Got that stendo with my forty, I might make the news
Neighborhood crippin, all my homies got the blues
Lockin Enz in the pen, chain gang rule
He just got ten with a ten, everybody food
I popped a bean once again to match my attitude
I put them Forgis on that bitch to match my gratitude
I put a lift kit on my raps to lift my longitude
I bang a left, I bang a right, get out my latitude
Margiela steppin on the radical, I serve you rabbit food
I watch my plays like Mark Cuban, got my eyes on every move
I just flooded two new Cubans just to make they eyes move
Im a walking brick of dog food, with them bill jacks
Way I cut the brick in half, call my Longway lumberjack
Yeah, in my black tee I still trump niggas
I hit licks in my black tee, Im still a gold-digger
Take your chain and your Rollie, come up out your shoes, nigga
Grabbed my chain and my Rollie fore I went to school, nigga
Im a walkin ice licker, I wear nothin but cubes
All my diamonds bling blaow, look like molly cubes
Aint no tuckin in my chain, I feel like Ice Cube
Got that stendo with my forty, I might make the news