[Intro]
I ain't rocking with none of these cap ass niggas, man
Double R shit, I'm in my glory
The moral of the story, I'm in my glory
Catch me in the Hills somewhere with four stories, know what I'm saying?
Real playa shit, ya dig?
Feel like the champion, yeah
[Verse 1]
Most of these niggas ain't real
Got a bad bitch from the Hills
She took a look at my ice and she like, "Smook, is your diamonds real?"
Like girl, you can't be for real
I'm like, girl, you can't be for real
In the [?] so I'm like a big deal
Pull up in a foreign car, big wheels
[?] drip, nigga, big spill
Sipping on lean with a blunt for [?]
I'd die for the gang, yeah, you know how I'm boming
Counting this check, yeah, I keep on thumbing
Reach in your pocket, bet you pulling out nothing
Face time with the opps, I'ma combat with something
Uh, don't trust these niggas, they all be cops
Shawty got wet when I dropped this top
She hit my weed, she gon' owe me in top
Better pick up if you owe me guap
I ain't gotta tell you that's how you get popped
In love with the Wock', just dirtied my pop
I Ricky my jeans and I Gucci my socks
[Chorus]
How you coming, how you boming?
Tell me how you're coming, how you're boming, man
How you coming, how you boming?
Tell me how you're coming, how you're boming, man
[Verse 2]
Riding 'round with this four-oh in my jeans
Gas up, always 93, I'm never on E
Your bitch keep reminding me how she a freak
Told her I was on the way but can't find my key
Told her I was the one but they didn't believe
No, I'm not vegan but I don't do the beef
Ain't from Miami but I still pull up with heat
I'm still underground, I'm really in the street
[Chorus]
How you coming, how you boming?
Tell me how you're coming, how you're boming, man
How you coming, how you boming?
Tell me how you're coming, how you're boming, man