3rd Member of Clipse
[Intro]
How we rock, yeah, that's how we rockin'
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
[Chorus]
Not to be a social misfit
I don't trust a soul in this shit
Know a few niggas still hittin' licks
Catch me stackin', tryna get rich
Grindin' like the third member of Clipse, ayy
[Verse 1]
Talk strips in a hurry
Or I'm skatin' like roller derby
They sleepin' on a nigga, but I'm sturdy
She missin', I get her back home by 2:30
1942 to the neck, shit, I'm swerving
Niggas lurkin', I can't let 'em do me dirty, oh, man
I see how I gotta play it
I see niggas still think I'm playin'
Slow down, dog, you talkin' too fast
Y'all can pop shit, I'ma pop bands
Green day every day, rock band
Hit-Boy, bitch, I got the hot hand
No tints, so you know it's him
No do-overs, so I'm goin' in
Ayy, long way from the decks under the durag
I'm at the light, they like, "Nigga, how you do that?"
Lone wolf, tryna stay humble, man
Ash my 'Wood, then I hit the money dance, yeah
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Solid through the ups and the downs
Like six-fours when they hop down
Transactions in the T-top trans-am
I was given no choice but to get it out the drought
You can hear my heart pourin' out
You can feel my soul through these beats
No apologies, I'm not the same me
Say goodbye to the good guy
It's only so many chances, so I took mine
Learned how to swim out in 'Dena up at Brookside
Phone call with my legal, what it look like?
Pop corks for the pain, let's have a good night, good night, good night
Yeah, look, hit the playback, bet I snap
Ain't talkin' the app with the ghost logo
Working this hard, ain't no way we gon' go broke
HB creepin' on the low, solo
No backup, I don't need a nigga to cover me
Tree lit up, the Ace bubbly
If you was in my position, you'd be buckling
This who y'all fuckin' with? That's puzzling
I'm done tryna put this shit together, B
Run a diamond test, the ice water in these rings
New jewels for the clique sit clean
It's not regular, pimp, pimp-y
Niggas ain't been in the corners I been
Left my sack of Benjamins, bust a bitch back to the crib
Gotta keep it under wraps what I spend
Too many niggas and hoes I can't confide in, damn
[Chorus]
Not to be a social misfit
I don't trust a soul in this shit
Know a few niggas still hittin' licks
Catch me stackin', tryna get rich
Grindin' like the third member of Clipse, ayy
[Outro]
909 shit
Hit-Boy on the beat