That Range Rover Came With Steps (feat. Future & Yo Gotti)

Fuck!
 Fuckin lawsuits nigga
 We the Best Music!
 Murder rate, murder rap nigga
 Real shit, Pluto
 Grants, Jacksons, Franklins, got 'em
 DJ Khaled!
 Fucked the DA on my way here
 I made some millions on my way here nigga
 I seen your comment on my way here
 I laughed my ass off on my way here nigga
 Bentayga with the brain bust open
 That new Mulsanne got the brain bust open
 Play them racks like Jimi Hendrix on the guitar
 Load my gun, cock it back and then I push start
 I can't name how many times they tried to clone me
 I can't name all the names that tried to clone me
 This dirty money help me see the double
 Sidity thots, know they ain't forever
 My trials and tribulations playing out on blogs
 Spend three hundred thousand or better, that's on all the cars
 The Maybach park itself, nigga
 That Range Rover came with steps, nigga
 Electric tables in the back, I'm eating filet mignon
 He been 44'n all year, I put that Rollie on
 Trapping good all year, put the Rollie on
 They parading in the streets, you gotta keep a drum
 Say a prayer for my young nigga, know he dumb
 The murder rate going up nigga
 I done ran this check up nigga
 Get hit up from the neck up nigga, yeah
 The goyard looking like a graveyard
 Murder money, I'm in love with murder money
 Old friends of me turned into my enemy
 My money and fame changes niggas into enemies
 All my hard work and lonely nights no sympathy
 Want to send a hit but too far in the industry
 I feel your energy, I know you niggas envy me
 They rep the gang that bangin' it out in penitentiary
 I watch the shit come out your mouth and it's finicky
 I'm tryna love you but I doubt I'll scream infinity
 With these billions on my mind, it's hard to be cohesive
 Gettin' that A-Rod money like I hit the needle
 Keep a spanish mamacita like a Fanta liter
 And I gave 'em all dope and they pissed off
 Got my lil Haiti babies waiting so they can wack ya
 I got my Memphis Ten niggas waiting to jack ya
 I got some DC niggas waiting to kidnap ya
 I got the clappers, finessers and the trappers
 Before the rap change, you gotta go dap em
 Don't forget to look at niggas when they after ya
 I told Future I can see the future
 Told my bitch I love you 'fore I knew you
 I know I'm blessed nigga, hallelujah (I'm grateful)
 And if you diss me then I might shoot ya (brrrrt)
 You don't fuck with me, the feeling mutual (fuck you)
 Half these rap niggas owe they jeweler (fuck 'em)
 I was selling keys to success
 I was coppin' keys outta Texas
 New Wraith with the stars in it
 New Porsche, condo, living room cars in it
 Ace of Spades with the Percocet and bars in it
 Young shooters, real soldiers put they heart in it
 Let's talk 'bout all this money we make and all these niggas they hatin'
 Let's talk 'bout runnin' that bag up fast cause we ain't got no patience
 Let's talk 'bout poppin' strips and Xans like we're patients
 And them fed's allegations will have you pacin'
 Million dollar dope boy, I gotta be grateful
 You tryna get that 100 mil', I'ma race you
 Dope boy, I ain't never wanna be a rap nigga
 Billboard reporter LA Reid just signed a trap nigga
 New York Times read Jay Z just signed a trap nigga
 Kitchen like it's Thursday, you heard? Might bring it back nigga
 You fuckin' the money up if I'm being honest
 Gotta be grateful, I never break the promise, I know my plug love me
 I know my bitch hate me, I heard my hood salty
 I tried to tell 'em it ain't my fault, it's just my blessings called me
 But since they hatin' on an nigga I'ma keep ballin'
 And I ain't textin' that bitch back because she keep stallin'
 If she ain't fuckin first night then she just miss her callin'
 Fuck a plea, I'm goin' to trial, poker face, I'm all in
 Patek Philippe, AP, 40 mil', I'm all in
 Plug hit my line I act like I ain't see 'em callin'
 I worked so hard for mine I'm tryna get some free bands
 I'm the king of the city, my house Graceland
 No respect for rappers, they respect the coke man
 That's why your favorite rapper actin' like the dope man nigga