Alright, bet, bet, bet, bet, bet, it’s on, it’s on
Ayy
Granny mad as hell, she talking ’bout I buy too many clothes
Stan, I think we need a U-Haul, bro, it’s too many phones
It’s only two bands here, I’m thinking it’s too many hoes
FedEx flagged the drop house, we sent too many loads
Think I got a problem, I don’t think, I just pick my hoes
Dre stuck with some ice on, you would think he froze
Won’t give my bitch a shift, probably think I’m broke
Stan got a shot like Jell-O, well I think I’m Zoe
Huh, ayy
We on Melrose tripping, buying everything
Dre big tripping in the Scat, he in every lane
DOBs, SSNs, we got every name
Dirty in the rental, we got sticks, we got Mary Jane
Ayy, ShittyBoyz up, told my boys, “We the shit, gang”
Pulled the pape out, left my jeans with some shit stains
Bitch irritating, I’m so glad that her Lyft came
Bitch, we play with Dracs like we running through the 6, gang
We’ll put the hoes on him ’cause his brain in his dick, ayy
Bitch setting plays up, LJ came with the stick, ayy
You a stinky bum bitch with a pocket full of lint, lame
New i8, I shift drift then I switch lane
Yeah, I’m skinny but the Glock’ll put the muscle on you
Slime walking, Triple S, nine hundred with the bubbles on it
Bro’ll sauce you up for that and put the mustard on you
I’m finna punch some Air Max just so I can hover on ’em
Tron off the za, got him higher than a space station
Bitch, I’m on the block with my ‘rillas and my eight baby
Gang pulled up with the monkey nuts, had my apes blaze ’em
Doggy Superman, saving hoes and he pape saving
I’m with Tron, I’m with Dre, I’m with LJ
Swipe cards, scam grandmothers, I don’t sell eights
Every nigga with me solid, they can’t even spell “fake”
‘Fore I hit him with it, ask the opps, “Can you spell ‘Drac’?”
Adidas fanny pack, I pull it out and then I zap his ass
I can’t even count how many fucking bags I dragged in Saks
Dunking on yo bitch, fuck around, unlock my slasher badge
Put the vallet in the [?] boy, you bet not crash the Scat
Ain’t a bodybuilder, got a Glocky, I’ll finish you
I ain’t smoking za, drip exotic, check the tennis shoe
Bro’ll rip it off yo neck if he like the kit on you
ShittyBoyz, gang, gang, yeah, we’ll shit on you
Way before Corona, gang and ’em, they had a mask collection
Two hundred dollar plate, steak and shrimp, no, I ain’t anorexic
Sit the fuck down, lil’ man, you will get slammed for stepping
I be dripping, ugh, boy, yo fit ain’t even half impressive
Fucked around and sent his mans to Heaven
He thought he was tired till that new exotic Fanta met him
I just set the play for lil’ bro, I just passed, he catched it
Had to buy some thousand dollar shoes ’cause my ass be stepping
But I’ma do the Yeezys
I don’t eat no coochie, told that bitch to make the coochie even
Jumped in the deep, now I splash, finna do the fee
She must think I’m Rick James or something, she get super freaky
In LA, my cholo knock yo mans’ sombrero off
Me and Stan Lewis and Clark, this habanero talk
They done spiked the punch with the Wock’, I can barely talk
My east side bitch be tripping, Glock got a pair of balls
Hit two freaky bitches in LA, knocked down a pair of walls
Bro infatuated with the work, he tryna marry dawg
Chop’ll knock the mug right off his face, he bet not stare at all
Fuck Corona, bro ain’t masking up ’cause he don’t care at all
Yeah, yeah, lil’ bitch, yeah, yeah
Boy, you broke as hell, you got fired, do like Craig, yeah
‘010, I was beating ass, hopping off pegs, yeah
25K, five people, we in a jet, yeah
Big hammers on me, riding ’round with a sledge, yeah
Bitch, my allegiance to the bag, finna pledge, yeah
I’ll up spirit if you push me to the edge, yeah
We can walk him down ’cause the chop got a leg, yeah
Hopping in suburban, boy, I know you seen The Purge
Gang hopping on it, all they need is the word
I just left Saks like, damn, boy, I got some splurge
Pull my dick out ’cause I know yo bitch got the urge
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