Lil n***a we don't rock the same clothes, $#&@ the same hoes
Cuz its levels to this sh*t
Lil n***a we don't drive the same whips, we don't f*ck the same chicks

Cuz its levels to this sh*t
Lil n***a we don't get the same paper, you a motherf*ckin' hater
Boy its levels to this sh*t

Lil n***a cuz its levels to this sh*t
Lil n***a cuz its levels to this sh*t
Oh lord


[Verse:1]
Cuz its levels to this sh*t, levels to this sh*t

Can't f*ck my ho cuz its levels to this b*tch
And I be rocking Orada like a devil in this b*tch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b*tch

And I'm heavy as it get
Shining like a motherf*ckin' bezel on my wrist
All my n***as mobbing so we Pavy in this b*tch

30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine, most saying, young n***a blowing up Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne

And this 458 don't do the lil lane
Swerve on 'em, n***as gotta nerve on 'em
Cuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em

But a n***a back home and now n***as roll wit him
Caught a case what you think, n***a f*cking told on 'em
I ain't get my sh*t snatched yet

You ain't get your b*tch back yet
One call, n***as aim that tech
Blood drawn, head shot n***a brains on step

Hot sh*t if you pop sh*t
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got sh*t
We young n***as, we winning I pull up, drop sh*t

Mob sh*t, with more keys than a locksmith

[Hook]


[Verse:2]


Damn Tommy you ain't got no job
DC, we the motherf*ckin' mob
Young n***a getting straight to the money

In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shooting don't play with them

Maybach, Rozay and them, rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them
Compound n***as lie now
If its the finals I'm balling like I'm Lebron now

I call up ? tell them (*##$es to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around
And I don't f*ck with no n***as

If they don't f*ck with my n***as
And I ain't f*cking no b*tches
If they $#&@ing my n***as


[Hook]


[Verse:3]

One time for the real n***as

Two times for the bad b*tches
Y'all suckas be cuffing ho*s
Cuz y'all suckas never had b*tches

I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad n***a
That's the reason why you hating on me

I love balling, my bad n***a
Cuz its levels to this sh*t
Levels to this sh*t

Can't f*ck my ho cuz its levels to this b*tch
Cuz its levels to this b*tch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b*tch

Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up