"McNair" lyrics

What up though?
(Nile, I hear you)
(10Fifty, I love you)

Penthouse vibes
And every single vibe a dime
I'm playa Chanel, I can't lie
She suited, she roll with my ties
My wrist making crushed up ice
For me she leave that pussy tight
In the scene I'm smashin' with them toys
I mastermind all the time
I just seen Pluto in a Royce, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really doin' the real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out the motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is

Step on shit, I drip on shit
Yeah, my neck gon' match my wrist
Thick and smart, my type of bitch
Matching Chanel high shoe kicks
I don't bow down, I ain't Kaepernick
Savage, 2021 my whip
Go banana, extendo on my clip
Rotel, the whole block gettin' dipped
If it's up there with the whole gang, then it's stuck there
Any outbursts or disrespect, you getting left there
Left my ex bitch, she gon' need more than health care
I'm QB and I see everything like McNair
YSL member (YSL), ice-cold, December (Slatty)
Beat her walls down like timber (Down)
One of the realest, remember
I was born a Render (Yeah)
Real, real, real big tipper (Come here)
Tryna get sicker
Don Julio my liquor
My hand on the trigger

Penthouse vibes
And every single vibe a dime
I'm playa Chanel, I can't lie
She suited, she roll with my ties
My wrist making crushed up ice
For me she leave that pussy tight
In the scene I'm smashin' with them toys
I mastermind all the time
I just seen Pluto in a Royce, G-O-T-I-T
Boy, I'm with the shits and that's on my mama
Claimin' that you real, but you ain't really doin' the real nigga shit
I'm overly ready to shoot out the motherfuckin' stick at your clique
Step on a brick and I look like a brick, but this what it is