(Damn, Percy) (Rich nigga burp) Okay Jones! (Ha ha ha ha ha) (Straight jacket)
You gotta wrap ’em three to four times, you know them shits’ stank You can make a hunnid songs, but you still can’t fix that face You can catch me any day of the week, I think I’m a bandit I got seven hundred horses truck, bitch, like it’s a tank I’m in LA with my vatos, in Detroit I’m dodging potholes Last week I made one-fifty, tryna tell you, yo life not cold My nigga shoot him from the Bay, I swear to god his nickname [?] Imma be so fuckin’ happy when they hit you in yo top though It ain’t the fact you got shit took, it’s the fact the nigga wearin’ it It’s the fact you wakin’ up, puttin’ it on, and that’s embarrassing Ain’t no way he think he gangster, boy you need to move to Maryland These niggas want some clout so bad, shit like heroin But let’s get back to my rich life, [?] Swear to god I spent a hunnid, made that shit back the next night I can show you pictures of yo bitch, all in my ice You go broke on it, if I could buy it I could buy it four times Boy you know just what I’m bangin’, so my fade just what I’m claimin’ Mad as hell I was in jail like, how the guards know I’m famous? I walked in to Helmut Lang but walked out of Palm Angels I’m a sniper, I can hit from out of town, I’m so dangerous She in love with diamonds, and they all over me It’s like a thousand for my shirt, three hundred thousand for my links I’m a young nigga, got ten Monclers but no mink When I’m bored, I go outside and get on the jet ski I feel like a Bentley, I feel like a Rolls Royce I feel like a new Ferrari, I feel like a new Porsche I feel like I’m famous now, bitches lied about abortion Your label give you a percentage, me I get the whole portion She could never leave me ‘lone, shit I’m like a good torture VVS on my ring, I switched the whole team I really think that I’m a Celtic, all my bitches with the green But not the color of my lean, serve a nigga through the screen door (Franchise, Franchise)