DJ Discretion
Niggas dont know my style
Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child
Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild
Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style 
Niggas dont know my style 
Niggas dont know my style
Bitch-made ass niggas dont know my style 
Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes
In a room full of niggas tryin to hide ya hoes
Im gettin high off buddha cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke
And who me? A nigga livin life like a G
And that artillery keepin niggas off of me
I cant sleep livin in these wicked times, peep
Niggas after me cause they see Im stackin Gs and heat
You can holler if you want to, please
I aint runnin with no punk crew, bleed
Enemies and my range is on, youre in the danger zone
My fuckin game is strong, now hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustlin and bustin them rhymes
To my niggas up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle
Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah 
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah 
Im tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah 
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah 
Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch 
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist 
Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits 
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits 
Poppin but you really not gon shoot 
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops 
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse 
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots 
Its the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths 
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape 
Aint worried bout the bag cause the cash accumulatin 
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it 
Money, hoes, and clothes
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cashflow
The neighborhood gravedigger
Getting paid so much, all the bitches want to see a nigga
I guess they figure Im paid, I want to get laid
Or since I got loot, I want to knock boots
Id rather beat my dick than trick
And if she dont suck, then we dont fuck
Id rather make a buck, drive a fat-ass truck
Grab the 9, two clips, and runem up
Yes, flex after two or three Becks
As I wreck shit, what the fuck you expected?
A fly guy? Well fuck it, Im the high guy
From Bed-Stuy, putting the swelling on your eye
Yeah
Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch 
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist 
Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits 
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits 
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah 
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah 
Im tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah 
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah 
Ric Flair drip, go woo on a bitch 
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist 
Multi-million dollar, Im a fool with the hits 
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits 
DJ Discretion
Yeah this uh ah
That untouchable phoe you know what Im saying yeah
This is all for the players and the playeds wherever you at ya dig
Im talking about from this side to that side east side west side
Your side my side its all about biggie and funkin man haha