Like It's 88 Testo

Featuring Kris Kasanova
Prod by Justin Rose

(Intro)
Ridin through the city like I’m movin weight
Like it’s 88, real niggas – they relate
Yo fix yo face boy
Uh!

(Verse) These niggas ain’t shit and these hoes ain’t neither
You lyin to the people like a motherfuckin preacher
Everybody know that I’m buzzin like a beeper
Hot 9-7 had me jumpin out of yall speakers
Time is money, boy I see ya when I see ya
I charge by the hand like a damn palm reader
I’m stuntin like a pimp, you can call me Golie
24K, I be ballin like I’m Kobe
Everybody talk shit til yo sound come like McPhony
If you lookin for me I be on the block like a goalie
Couple youngins on me and they want you to trip
So it’s off with yo head if they come off with a hip,
It’s that real, I’m one of the mill, you one of the mill
You standin next to greatness, Playboy how it feel?
Hand up a skirt of the hand on the wheel
Won’t stop until I get 100 mill, what’s the deal hah?

(Hook x2)
Ridin through the city like it’s 88
Like we movin weight, real niggas they relate Yo fix yo face boy
We bout to get this cake boy

(Verse)
The gold watch make a ho flock
I be in them back blocks, lookin out for matlock
I got the city on padlock, the world is mine
In my Calvin Klein’s, feelin like Calvin Klein
Ho what a feeling, money to the ceiling
The illest from my hood, nigga stick, I’m drug dealin
I need that money rapido, they vomit when I approach
This dope in every quote, when I spit they overdose
Ill – check the pocket, it’s filled with big bills
Small faces take care of them small cases, no appeal
Suicidal, diamond slits in a wrists
It ain’t a thing, I snap my fingers then it’s off with yo bitch, don’t trip
They hatin on me every chance they get
Wutchu mad lil nigga? You ain’t under the pit?
You a yokie, I’m a pit, man we just don’t mix
You fuck around and you gon get fixed, ah!

(Hook x2)
Ridin through the city like it’s 88
Like we movin weight, real niggas they relate
Yo fix yo face boy
We bout to get this cake boy