Lyrics: Muhammad Nurudin/Ammar Ariff
Music: Afiq Hisham
They wanna try me? Go ahead
I'm getting paid, move like an opp
Bitch I'll leave you dead
Price to your head, look at me different
Because I've been switching it up
Serving it up, I'm holding it down
I had to figure it out
Now I'm laying it up
Feel like I'm Jordan 96 to 97
Numbers keep going up
Stock broke man I'm trading it off
Like a seller
Breaking it up, bankroll like a million bucks
Sights cold when I deal with an opp
Slideshow like a movie to us
Pink flash when you're moving with
They see me counting it up I feel like a king
They want a picture with me, I can't be mean
Back hoe
Gang coming because I'm back home
Gang coming because I'm back tho
Bring the liquor through the backdoor
I've been serving fiends with a pack hoe
This that slime shit, you can't deal with me
Put in my work, on my grind shit, can't pay my fee
I'm too popping, know they're feeling me
I'm at the top, no they're ain't no stopping, you can barely reach.
Feel like James Harden when I'm in this bitch, all net
Still locking I've been on the stu on 10
Hoshigemz looking like a million on me
Chain-smoking because I know you rappers smoke free
They wanna try me? Go ahead
I'm getting paid, move like an opp
Bitch I'll leave you dead
Price to your head, look at me different
Because I've been switching it up
Serving it up, I'm holding it down
I had to figure it out
Now I'm laying it up
Feel like I'm Jordan 96 to 97
Numbers keep going up
Stock broke man I'm trading it off
Like a seller
Breaking it up, bankroll like a million bucks
Sights cold when I deal with an opp
Slideshow like a movie to us
Pink flash when you're moving with
Counting the bands bands bands
Yeah yeah bands
Ain got no friends friends friends
Yeah friend I'm sticking it up with the bands
Undertaker in the casket
I'm from the dead and I'm shooting the basket
2016 when I'm moving the bricks
2020 yeah you talk about it
Cash
My name on the news
My name on the chart
They be watchin my moves
Still in the streets
They be watchin me grooving
Feel like I'm curry half way there with a half court
shoot
everything need to come with the proof
Everybody they got something to lose
Like
These streets that got me approve
Cold to the dead bitch I got me some
Bodies and dive in pool
Talk your shit aku malas campur
**** that three I just want me some four