"Whole Nother League" lyrics

Uh
Ha
Hey
(Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)
Big 111, 1017, man
Ha
Ha
Hey
Hey, hey

Look, you gotta know that I'm in a whole 'nother league
The pressure been applied 'fore ... dropped "Pushin' P"
Private NFL suites, I'm at the game with the chief
Ain't no nosebleed seat, watch that nigga OB
Slow feet don't eat, you too slow in these streets
Cuz said, "No body, no justice, no peace"
Country nigga at the bank with a modified yeek
House shoes on my feet, long money my receipt
Tell a bank teller, "All blues, no pink" (Please)
In some dope boy twenty, I blow that with my people
Never leave the house again if I don't go with my heater
Whole truck full of cutters, got that bitch from Jeepers Creepers (Ha)
Yeah, you gotta spend a M if you tryna be a nigga
And I can't be fuckin' with you, damn sure can't see a nigga
Who they gon' check? Nigga really see the killers
Know they upset, I'm fresher than an Easter picture
And I'm the type of nigga, I ain't never in the middle
I'll sleep on the floor 'fore I talk into pillows
Junior one years old and he million-dollar nigga
Hey, if you get the picture (Hey), it won't be an issue
Wonder when you gone, do they love you? Do they miss you?
Mama, black dress, black shades, white tissue
Killer masked up, Max Payne, two pistols
And he pop jiggas, and he pop niggas
How he gon' lose if he got a Glock with him?
Real go-getter, wrong gang, right nigga
Comin' off the hip, he ain't finna fight with you
He don't know Yak, but he will snipe niggas
He don't know Pooh, he a real shiesty nigga
He don't know dude, better have his pipe with him
He don't know you, then it's out of sight with you
Up like a kite with you, gone 'fore the night get here
Damn, and I still wanna know what you know 'bout it
Say you don't like me, okay, cool, how you gon' go 'bout it?
6K one night, lost four choppers
Cuz in the pen, another strike mean pro model
When they say they need five, give four dollars
You'd really trip 'cause I ain't give you one more dollar
Money bring envy and the diamonds bring the ho out her
Stick up in the club when I'm rapping, this my show chopper
Pussy-ass nigga, they gon' sing like soap opera
Vibin' in Miami like J Shot, got four pockets
I'll be in at the end, nobody need know 'bout it
Pistol up in both pockets, he ain't even know 'bout it
One was in the head when I bought it, ain't no cockin' (Ha)

Hey (Ha), hey
One was in the head when I bought it, ain't no cockin' (Ha, ha)
Big 111