She gon’ never say never She gon’ give me whatever I’mma fuck her forever See Dolce my sweater See Fendi my waistline, Alexander my waistline She gon’ [?], just so I never waste time If I lose it too quick, you know she gon’ replace mine Roll up and give her the beat, yeah that’s me on the bassline Made that [?] bassline, dreaded like a Jamaican This Gabbana, no bass man No Versace, no Hermes Trap it down like a Haitian Eyes slanted like Asian Got some goods from the nation Meet me boy at the station Im a surgeon, no patience I bossed up with them Saiyans But I still keep it playa’ Couldn’t turn to a hater
Shots thuggin’ ‘cuz he put me on my first tour Him and Travis need to giddy out the rodeo Even though I hit the stage and almost overdosed I’m TL, screamin’ “Free my nigga Rosco” I’m from Cali, but I never fuck with Roscoe’s But I got chickens in the kitchen like it’s Roscoe’s My favorite song by Kodak Black is probably Gospel I’m fed up, really all this shit is hot though Only listen to them gutter motherfuckers when I’m thuggin’ in my projects, cocaine in my nostrils On my list I still put pussy at the top though If it never was for Gucci, I would not blow But I send you to talk to Jay-z or with Rocko Man the city [?] was sittin’ in the front row When I perform on great streets, it’s some hot ho’s And one of my favorite rappers know a nigga hot though I come back and come back to the block though Keep it movin’ if I see too many cops though Fuck a nigga who be sneak sendin’ shots though Fuck a nigga who be sneak sendin’ shots though I just wanna get my cuzzo a watch though And a house full of money, and a yacht though I want Hillsy and a Bentley gently back home I wish [?] was out when I came back though Came home, ol’ [?] was off the map though I miss him like Locsta Free Meek and Baby though, and that’s on Baby Loc I got a dawg and bitch I never ever baby ho’s Sure don’t want no baby makin’ messes in Mercedes ho’s This is just a mention put my Mexicans on blazin’ blow
She gon’ never say never She gon’ give me whatever I’mma fuck her forever See Dolce my sweater See Fendi my waistline, Alexander my waistline She gon’ [?], just so I never waste time If I lose it too quick, you know she gon’ replace mine Roll up and give her the beat, yeah that’s me on the bassline Made that [?] bassline, dreaded like a Jamaican This Gabbana, no bass man No Versace, no Hermes Trap it down like a Haitian Eyes slanted like Asian Got some goods from the nation Meet me boy at the station Im a surgeon, no patience I bossed up with them Saiyans But I still keep it playa’ Couldn’t turn to a hater
Say mane, is your boy buzzin if he just landed on a motherfuckin’ sunflower My haircut take one hour and I got dreads I gots to get the bread I never met a ho that won’t go, and that’s what you niggas already know