Nigga Its

[Verse 1] I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell my niggas quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second Never disrespected plus I'm well connected With this coke that I imported, just important as your president Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7 Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in Blowing blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction Quit with all the fronting, you ain't round my clique for nothing Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing

[Hook] This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll Cause everyday we on our pesos (Gun cock, gun shot, gonna lick a boy) Cause everyday we on our pesos

[Verse 2] Your bitch just said I'm hot, man I told her I agree She gon' really think I'm hot, if I told her my degrees Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch double D's Popping E, I don't give a F, told you I'm a G A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve But I got it on my chest, my nigga this is what I breath Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X pills Import, export, Harlem catching wrecks still So mami show me how that neck feel Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill