"Wagon On My Neck" lyrics

Yo, what's a puzzle with no pieces? Here's the pieces to the puzzle
Liability to my hustle, can't forget about the struggle
Always down for litness, when it's time to hit shit, now they shuffle
Rags in pretty holes, they know it's not no kisses and no cuddles
Hop in dingers and they swerve, hate when guys don't keep their word
Quickest way to get my nerve, seen some crazy bridges burnt
Some were my fault, some were not
My gun game better than theirs
**** but no bread or bodies, either make me cringe or make me quear
To me, a lot of shit be weird
'Cause when the squeezers went in ****, your voice is what I couldn't hear
Now, all of a sudden, you got flair
But, look, I can take the lift, but, I'm good with stairs
I did it again like Britney Spears
I'ma take Ash to the gun range so when he gets up close, he ain't skimmin' air
Moncler, LV, my winter gear
Car got two pedals, can't play with her pussy while I'm switchin' gear
After this tape, I hope she know she talkin' to a millionaire
I ain't made it out the hood yet, that's the reason why I'm still in there
Stop actin' like you really care
Shezreeta still does my plaits but I just don't lack when I sit in chairs
There's nothin' saucy 'bout you from your jewellery to the shit you wear
Them chains you flex, I wouldn't dare
My nigga put what you niggas puttin' 'round your necks around his finger
You can't compete where you don't compare
The last three tings I bought could've hit the plug and bought a square
Just accept the fact that you're irrelevant now like Tony Blair
Fresh home, dropped racks on my niggas, makes way more sense than buyin' Belaire
Even the right-hand man knows he's havin' a mare, but, listen
I told Abtin, "When you flood that pendent, make it clear"
They probably think the fact I make money and make it bare
I BOP, it's rare that you'll hear that I ain't prepared
They prob' wanna trade places with me, but they can't 'cause their music's air
Got a wagon on my neck, that's why they stop and stare
Till this day, I think 'bout broski and I drop a tear
Dumb little bitch don't even know what she done, she dropped the whereabouts
Where the pricks are gonna be, I'm patternin' lots of rares
What you bringin' to the table? I done broke lots of chairs and plates
Christian Diors, and I'm steppin', I done broke lots of pairs
I got back pain from all these chains, me and you niggas is not the same
Most of whips you niggas whip, Off-White, used to whip back in the day
Still got love for 31, ain't spoken in a while
When these niggas need some help, my number's what they dial
I'm a weirdo, for some reason, buyin' burners make me smile
So, I ain't talkin' 'bout no weed when I invest in pounds
My top and bottom VVS, that's an expensive smile
Tell my siblings, "Go get 'round," leave a **** **** in the ground
I'm the type to go get caught red-handed and still take it trial
I'm the reason my age mates can talk 'bout drillin', check the files