456 semm

Walkin' on ice, talk to me nice, huh

Soak up this water, bitch, y'all all be rice, huh

Ain't nobody left, but y'all can't all be right, uh-huh

Can't argue with that, we got red paint off of the night

Nigga feel like Ralph Cole, got it in bulk, no CostCo

Backwood with a fronto, shit hit harder than it need to

It's a bad batch of gumbo, niggas missin' shit that they ain't need to

Ear hustlin' like Dumbo, gotta listen to the little people, we got big dreams

Feel like niggas set big screens for the mid-range

These free-throws talkin' free-range chicken

Keep that shit see-through for the family

Gotta know I grip a handbrake

Niggas drift apart, fuck a handshake

And I try to keep it low-key

Niggas don't know how to keep it low-key

Nigga always smoke, it's the mandrake

All we need is a campfire

We got stories niggas can't take

I got triggers-fingers, can't squeeze

They can't tell me what I can't say (can't say)

Talk to me nice (talk to me nice)

High self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself

My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh

Fine lil' thing on the beach, yeah, no socks and stuff

If it's green, count me in, huh, 456 semm

Self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself

My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh

Fine lil' thing on the beach, yeah, no socks and stuff

If it's green, count me in, huh, 456 semm

This is a yeah service announcement

My next few words'll shake feathers and move mountains

Slavery backin' and the labels still makin' me pay for these raps

So this gon' be my last verse for the first time

I'll maybe be back, if I put these tickets on sale

Just know I'm tryna pay for these taxes

And that pretty girl you see me with

Gettin' pushed straight through the mattress

Life a funny bitch

And sometimes I really need a break from the laughter

Back to the grassy part of life

Like back when Drake was an actor, like (like, like)

How could I forget to try and show a nigga how to get the provolone

He did the opposite, now you on the sideline hatin', it's amazin'

That's where I oppo-sit, on the sideline

Mad at me, like I did 'em wrong, brody, that's some awkward shit

I got the paint drippin' off the '74 Impala, life just a game

Tryna make it through the Sega, the saga

What I do, whatever

Any bold takers? Say it like that 'cause I'm Steph, I'm playing

Can't forget the girl goin' poppers with the knockers

Nails so long, she grabbed the money with her knuckles

North St. Louis to Southside Chicago

With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka

High self-esteem, I just steam gettin' high by myself

My whole team, money machine, yeah, robots in sesh

Fine lil' thing on the beach, no socks and stuff

If it green, count me in, 456 (shit)

Count with me, "One, two, three" (456 semm)

Count with me, "One, two, three" (456 semm)

Count with me, "One, two, three" (456 semm)

Yeah, yeah, yay, yay

Yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh