Bach - Air on the G String

They gave me hassle back when we used to capsule crack Now I'm shittin' on 'em just to pay them assholes back Quarterback life, people wanna pass you sacks Matte black Maybach, I named it Matt Hasselbeck White 'Bach truck, the bounce might flash you back "Still D.R.E.," Snoop and Dre, classic track (still) We done schoolin' niggas, time to throw them tassel caps (real) We the tag team that never tongue rassled back Ain't goin' back and forth with niggas, I don't battle rap Safari Air Max in the jungle, match with the habitat If you need a brick stepped on, I know where some Kappas at Lost homies, twisted my mental, just gettin' back from that If I wrote my life in a book, I bet not a chapter wack I don't know where your mouth been, this blunt, I'm not passin' that I been on Rémy, not shorty that make Pap' relax From trap to rap, we pull up Bach to Bach, it's a matter of fact Back to back like Curry '17, '18 I figure Dolce and Gabbana fit better than state greens Lay back in the Six like I'm Drizzy in Toronto Your bird gave me the box, I ain't have to put on no blindfold Logo on the ground when I open the car door She talkin' nastier than Lil Kim on Hard Core The OG came home, he mean as a guard dog Which one of you 50 Boyz I'ma send my Lamar for? (Uh) You give niggas an inch, they take a couple yards more (facts) I give 'em game for free that I could really charge for Ain't investin' in our business, why you up in ours for? Bum-ass nigga, worry 'bout your cup and cardboard, nigga I seen the devil, that just made me talk to God more Just prayin' that the plug give me the light like Sean Paul I ain't have to tip her, I could still clip her like Paul George Give out work like Job Corp, this life you would die for Deals funny as Seinfeld, what the fuck would you sign for? After you cook and clean it, under the sink is the Pine Sol All these diamonds in my watch got me readin' the time wrong Born savage, cause havoc, Mobb Deep, no quiet storm And I'm the prodigy, so we mob deep everywhere These are Prada, G, I'ma mob deep every pair, yeah You know I handle my business, you hear my daughter talk Black leather trench, 'bout to cut a nigga water off My baby told me to lay back tonight Put me in a Maybach tonight Bet you Lil Kim fucked in a 600 Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter My baby told me to lay back tonight Put me in a Maybach tonight Bet you Lil Kim fucked in a 600 Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter