INIESTA (feat. Money Make$)

Gang I heard that the mandem were askin for steez Apologies I was craftin on beats like the thing in Fantastic Four Nobody come here harder than me I got all my G's dem round the bend Cannot find the G-spot Take dem men off of pens Fake men switch up Movin like Ben 10 These jokers lyin it's all pretend Got a text from my dawg, said "Bro where are you?" Man's on the way don't stress Five man deep in a four-door Fiesta Move too smooth come like Iniesta Mumsy said "Always be better" Never had to grip that wetter As a yute, I was way too sharp bro I never needed cheffers Sick with the bars since I was seven Scribbling bars in all my lessons I, never been the one that they mention But when they hear my shit they lose their temples It's mental Been certi from the get-go It's a M-charge when I touch instrumentals I stay with the gas not talkin bout petrol Too potent of course I'm loud Melanin in my skin of course I'm proud Can't press me I'm always on it Tryna get all of the rings like Sonic I'm all about paper, David Wallace Put a face to the name, now they're astonished Took a step back had to do it properly I was moving man that was way too costly Money makes yeah I got the teks like Messi Niggas rapping, fake lines yeah like Pepsi Press me, none of you bitches impress me Now it's on to the next Bitches give me neck I was cruising down the street yeah Four deep yeah Three bitches and a label on me yeah Tunnel vision yeah that's Millie's that I see I'm smokin' on that BP I'm smokin' on the trees Jeez steez yeah I know the feeling this one Let's get the bitch started you bring the gas I bring the rum yeah I'm boutta go O-ses Yeah I'm boutta go dumb yeah I'm poppin bills for the pain I'm shit I'm boutta go numb Bitch