Ooooooh, what the fuck?
This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!
Take it out, stuff it
Half ounce, fuck it
This track bitch, you love it
Already fucking
That aint straight drop, thats Tussin
That fake ice, tuck it
Cause this bling on me bussing
Believe that, trust it
Balling real hard, I aint hooping nigga
Fall in love bitch, I aint Cupid nigga
I get money, get stupid figures
Got your gun but you aint shooting nigga
Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga
Blue Robbins jeans with the Ruger, nigga
Just copped a Porsche, real coupes nigga
Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga
Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us
Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us
All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas
And Im getting guap, still shooting niggas
Shawty bounce her ass like Im Juvie nigga
Shawty bounce her ass like Im Juvie nigga
In this bitch, we gon make a movie nigga
In this bitch, we gon make a movie nigga
Niggas steady talking that tough shit
Me and gang be on that fuck shit
This car Im whipping be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga, meet me at the function
Dont make your bitch meet me at the dungeon
All this muhfucking designer on me
Fuck around, thought I was up in London
Drive the car like its muhfucking stuntman
Shoot the ball like Im muhfucking Kobe
Shoot the pistol like Im muhfucking Odee
Ice on me, got me colder than a polar
And the dope got me higher than a solar
In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler
Crack the window then tropical aroma
Imma smack the Barts skatin, call me Homer
Top of the world, in my penthouse
Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out
Just took me a quick shower
It aint even been an hour
Counting this money up
Know I had to run it up
Hopped out to get some cups
Hellcat, still running bruh
Hellcat, we just copped new Jeeps
Rims sitting higher than a dually
Trap spot got like two or three
Hit my phone if you need a few Ps
In the strip club serving QPs
New jeans cost me bout two keys
Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
If I rob the bank I take the Nemos
If I hit yo block I take the venom
Bitch you know I got the more than nice meatrolls
I got more tools than Home Depot
Hit yo block going crazy, call me Cee-Lo
Seagull what I name Desert Eagle
Ima decock when I reload
Wrist looking zero below
Rolling round this bitch in a pea coat
Having me some steak on pico
Shells catch a nigga like Chico
Folks knock em out like Deebo
Pockets on full like tito
Looking bossed up, might catch the R.I.C.O
Green on me, young eco
First twenty hit ya, now I gotta reload
Hit the back if you need dope smoke
Sending shawty thats only 16
Sell ya what you want with the 44
Stop, do not try to run off
Tell him go, he gon let the gun off
And this shit, real clear like Smirnoff
On the phone with the plug talking bird talk