313 Mafia
Damn, Glo, you killed this one
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ninety-nine cent iced tea, five hundred dollar deuce
Step in Dolce & Gabbana, these five hundred dollar shoes
I be with them big sharks, no piranhas 'round me, boo
Atomic bomb, the drop in the pop, I need pajamas, dude
than a bitch, I got pieces and they hit
Stan like Keanu Reeves, he be creeping with the blick
Bro J. J. Watt with Glock, if he see you, he gon' blitz
Dub on me, show my ass like in this bitch
New sauce, foreign shorts, I'm looking for a MILF
BNT talk, I'll get a little brother killed
shoot and don't his shit
Soon as you're done sucking, baby, yeah, I gotta dip
These niggas hoes, it's hard to believe that they got a dick
If I had a Glock, best believe that it got a dick
If yo bitch coming over, duh, she got the dick
And she told you all she did was suck the tip
Ayy, I could show you how to make some pape, fuck a trade
Turn a opp house to Zap Zone, we gon' score with lasers
Suck a dick, I'll scam yo granny, that was for my haters
Running up up in LA, bitch, we score like Lakers
I eat hibachi everyday, I'm Benihana Man
I'll slam dunk on yo bitch, I'm Juwanna Mann
I know niggas not rich, you ain't Roddy, man
I can't teach you how to fly but the choppa can
Fendi and Dior, designer on my body
I'm tryna kill a hundred opps, I be thinking like a Nazi
Japanese Fanta, extra rice in my hibachi
The type to turn into a zombie, slide with automatic Tommies
ShittyBoyz the KripyLife we fucking people mama
Please put yo 'Woods out, I smell zaza
If I fuck, I'll never ever put on a condom
Man, fuck being the GOAT, I wanna be the Dalai Lama
Man, you heard Kidd, he the Dalai Lama
Big-ass 7.62, stuff the chop with rockets
Stuff a twenty ball in my Amiris, I done popped a pocket
Never once seen a price tag and said I'm not gon' cop it
