MYSELF

(Evilgiane)

(Surfgang bitch)

I did a lot by myself

Can't try to act like they helped

Sixteen hundred for a Hermes belt

Water on me drippin' like Michael Phelps

When I was broke, I ain't like how I felt

When I'm slidin', I'm strapped up like a seatbelt

Rich slime, now I'm gettin' to the wealth

I was broke as fuck, I ain't like how I felt

I was fucked up but I didn't ask for help

Feel way better when you get it by yourself

I played the cards that a nigga was dealt

Glock 9 and it's tucked in my belt

Gotta stay strapped even though I'm out on bail

My face card stamped, I stay with clientele

Yeah, I got the pack through the mail

Had to double the seal just to hide the smell

Gotta move smart 'cause I can't take a L

Man 12 hot as fuck but I still rebelle

I be in Riverdale posted up at the Shell

Undercovers tryna get me like Denzel

In the trap always tryna make a sale

24 hours, I spent the night in a hotel

Still catchin' them plays like Odell

You say you get money, I can't tell

I might go trap out the hotel

I done sold more gas than a pump at Shell

Stackin' the bands now I make my pockets swell

Shark gang nigga, we the black cartel

I got these Off White fives on, I'm fresh as hell

Tryna vacuum seal the Shark, still couldn't hide the smell

My face card good, I got rich clientele

I gotta thank God I'm winnin', I been through some Ls

Seen my big bro make a few mills off of scams

Four of Wock' now I move like a snail

Skrt in the M Kit, I left a trail

I don't want that pint if it don't got a seal

Exotic bags, you gotta pay us, no deals

We in LA smokin' Shark in the Hills

We in LA smokin' Shark in the Hills

Glock on me, gotta keep it concealed

All that goofy shit that you doin' get you killed

I stay strapped up like a Navy Seal

I got some money but I'm chasin' the mills

I gotta watch him, if he lie, he gon' steal

My niggas roll shit when they on them pills

It feel like Chiraq when we in them drills

It feel like Iraq when we catchin' kills

Spanish plug and he sendin' them keys in

I'm soupin' up whips like it's Need for Speed

My bitch strapped up and she bangin' B's

Yeah, we got a lot off the streets

Yeah, seen niggas die in these streets

These broke ass niggas always tryna compete

That money comin' in, always on repeat