Yeah, yeah, I like how I sound though
Yeah the whole umbrella in here we here you know what’s up
Yeah, uh I feel good I might cop a Cullinan next week
Bro, I’m finna
Look, uh
I give my runners S5s with the Benzymes
I’m big time and still will get mines’ off the quick dimes
My chicks fine, wash the whip and suck dick fine
And when she do ’em both it’s like we all gettin’ spit-shined
Label advance, I flick mine in my sick time
Oh, you gettin’ signed? I just did your deal 6 times
18.7 what I just signed
I’m two-armed sliding in these women like a zipline
This shit weird, flickin’ the Yuris into 5th gear
Gotta keep an extra chick here ’cause my chick queer
In the rear, if I see robin nigga stare he gon’ hear the heat
Chk like his teeth when it split the beer
The shit severe, I’m the realest nigga here
Chick with me, ass so fat could fill up any chair
It’s like a barber, clippers coming with me ‘errywhere
The shit was tucked so the piff get puffed like Diddy there
Chuck True enough y’all shooters don’t do enough
I fuck coochie like a porno movie I’m queuin’ up
Hoes say I’m cute as fuck, my jewels recruit a slut
Coupe guts like the inside color of noodle cups
You a tough guy? Me? Never
But the orangutans that I hang with
They bang bang like Chief Keef sent ’em
But only we sent ’em
We threw slugs to that thug that ran’d off on the plug
Had to re-send ’em
I go get it hustling jewels gon’ get encrusted
I drove weight state to state like go ‘head and touch it
I chiropractic, the stacks had to get adjusted
Busting two packs out the van like Poetic Justice
Fuck it, hatin’ me last year was last year
On Twitter, “Oh, he cancelled,” now I’m back here
Double stacked, the Rolls Royce smothered in cashmere
A mean rookie, I’m seeing pussy like it’s a pat smear
My last chick damn new nigga a dweeb
He couldn’t see me like a magician with tricks in his sleeve
But see me, my pet peeve more bricks or a key
Your block dead like I put your street pic on a tee
In memory of, all y’all pretend to be thugs
The love that I spit slugs like the center-view bug
Remember me, Cuz? Wilder than my enemies was
I blow like it’s GoldenEye with proximity plugs
Yo gimme some love, I know y’all niggas secretly hate me
I got hoes eager to date me to eat and then rate me
Tuckin’ green paper deep in Versace
How you schemin’ to play me?
Know you sweeter than a peach or a pastry
Pull the heater faster than a wild cheetah can race me
The weed smell like velveeta cheese, squeezin’ the bakery
Same seemer but I prolly need the keys to the ‘Cedes
Got the beamer but the AMG 63 is my baby
I’m sayin’, J on the side, bae I’ma slide
She ate the beef and waited for the hot mayo inside
My cock get dry she stop by, can’t go inside
‘Cause my other chick in the crib and y’all may coincide
I spit facts and I give it up
Erry chick I fuck know my dick big enough to pick Lizzo up
Me send a dick pic for what? Bitch, give it up
My money knots got doctors to stitch it up
And my chick thick as fuck, look at her ass
I discount it if you bookin’ with cash
I spend nights front that pot with that white like I’m cookin’ the mash
My rookie passed past when I past, cookin’ a half
I’m ballin’ like a yuro step with no look in the past
My chick ass heavy as some textbooks in the bag
I’m so crook, you so shook, but hoes lookin’ to smash
I dress good, my checkbook is what it took her to smash
But I ain’t trickin’, she aware of that
But I still hit ’cause the chick thick as Kylie Jenner’s lips 6 years back
When Kellz keep the burner and you know can clap
Feelin’ like a dyke with all this height around the leg strap
They hate that I’m lurkin’, they say that I’m workin’
I sold bags of white tighter than Arabian turbans
Y’all clowns like them niggas that parade in your circus
The pack get scratched like scraping off the paint on the surface
I’m sayin’, Canadian born, America thanks
We nothin’ there if we comparing the banks
We can shoot the fade and recoup but the loser gotta stare at the ranks
‘Cause all my shooters do is bust it like they Erika Banks
I’m saying may I ask you why you gave this nigga two straps?
We got steppers like the living room mats
Niggas try to play me shit was too cap
So brrat, bitch, I’m back
Shout go out to “SKAT”, shout out to DaBaby
Roddy Ricch, and Lil Baby, huh
What I’m ’bout to say is gon’ sound a little crazy
But it’s true so don’t flame me
Y’all all would’ve got y’all awards if they never framed me
I’m waist deep like Game in that seed plant crazy
Can’t sleep the pain in my dreams goin’ crazy
Wolf the wall in the street I’m more Scor XXX
Sese
Put my balls in her cheek, that’s how you play face
I’m fresh in assurance, but that’s not to mention appearance
I keep a Flo like Progressive insurance
And my Leprechaun bundles is gettin’ ’em dummy high
I sold 5 in 25s from 25
My blocks sell from age 12 into 25
Nigga, fuck the Gram, it’s the grams I’m already live
I watch shenanigans
Louis jacket on me like I snatched it off a mannequin
I’m back and they panickin’
I might go to Mandolin
Take a bitch to Ritalin
Louis diamond pegs look like eggs on me scramblin’
I say the fronts, I smoke like 8 blunts
I just fled, I was gettin’ more head than lace fronts
Y’all can say what you want but I body the rim
Got 2 Ks in the crib like I’m Kanye and Kim, come on
How many lines is gon’ come off my medulla?
I’m so rich I come to studios with my jewelers
Niggas talkin’ crazy but I’m comin’ with the rulers
Like a math teacher, I’m back, features with the back features
My nigga Kellz, he got them bag features
We comin’ through with 25s, I got a
35, come back with them dirty fyes
Niggas talkin’ crazy, but I had to give it to them wives
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