Due 4A Win

Ay, ay

I'm trappin' and rappin' again (okay)

Whatever I do, it's a trend (I swear)

I'm a hustler at heart, used to stand on the block, I was sellin' them three for the ten (bitch)

All the losses I took, I had turn them to lessons, I know that I'm due for a win (due for it)

Put a B on the front and a B on the back, I done factory Brabus the Benz (racks)

If you ain't havin' motion and all of your pockets ain't pokin', don't call me your twin

We do not go together but that my lil' partner, and she let me slaughter her friends

New Ferrari, Bugatti, I bought her a watch and Bulgari, I'm bigger than big

These lil' rappers be thinkin' they up one because of these bitches, these hoes ain't nothin' to me

I'm a player at heart, I got pimp in my blood, if I tell her to jump, she say, "How high?"

My lil' brother'll bye bye, he practisin' Ifá, if I tell him to get you, you're done for

I don't like bodyguards, they be all in your business, they might as well call us the gun club

Couple hitters behind me, some more in the middle of me and a ho in the front car

My lil' niece in a Goyard, my mama ain't workin' no jobs, so I gotta go hard

Niggas feel like you owe 'em, know damn well ain't did nothin' for you, man, that be the worst part

She know that she got water and I call her my lil' mermaid, I tell her to squirt for me

Rockin' leather like I'm in a bike club, while the chain hangin', my t-shirt got holes in it

Run the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats, they whole life

Don't compare me to those niggas

(Don't compare me to those niggas)

Run the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats, they whole life

Don't compare me to those niggas

Turn my lessons to losses, I'm due for a win

Say I got lucky, I'm doin' it again

Take this shit over, I gave 'em a chance

She know I'm him, had a few of her friends

'Rari on 'Rari, that's me and Lil Dann

She was a seven, I took her to ten

Too big for the States, so I took her to France

I'm from the jungle, could live off the land

She actin' like she that bitch on the 'Gram, but I really know what she'll do for two grand

I'm from Atlanta, ain't nothin' but house in the water, but we still got rich off the sand

Feel like a key, but big cuh got two lives and some more, but he still gettin' rich in the can

I fuck with shorty, help people, had found out about me, she ain't comin' off me still

Been through a lot, hardly ever gon' hear 'bout me trippin', I already know what it is

Bro caught him lackin', he told me your nose was runnin', you already know what he did

Racks in the A, got some more in L.A., and some more in Miami, I don't know how where I live

Act like you wit' it, I really watched niggas strip you out your boxers, you know you a bitch

Run the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life

Don't compare me to those niggas

Run the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life

Don't compare me to those niggas

(Don't compare me to those niggas)

Run the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life

Don't compare me to those niggas (wham)