Go
Okay
Okay cool
Look
Say, all I know is wake up, get money
Fuck a bitch later. Moving swift inside these Rick Owens. These not Chuck Taylor
Shawty see me, then she got shocked, look like she touch tasers. Huh. I'm trying to get paper
Fuck, she got me frustrated
I keep missing count, order some and I put it in route
What's your wig amount? Okay, cool. I'm sending it now
I just spoiled this bitch
I know he sick. And I know how to trick
I just piped the bitch because I'm lit and he ain't got shit
Yeah, he ain't got nothing. I get the whole crowd with this one button
Shawty grown. Her niggas a limp man. I call her "Ms. Parker"
Cougar bitch, when I get mad at her, I'ma just hit her daughter
13 bowls like Steve Nash. The niggas my son like Charles Barkley
Ball on them like Vince Carter
Extra clips on me like I'm a barber
Keep that shit on me like I'm a target. Just want to up and see I'm not bothered
This Draco hot lava. Yeah, this shit here melt your skin
Chopper bullets inside a handgun. You ever felt the fin?
Yeah, this shit here bite like sharks. Play, I throw a dart
Lover boy, but this Drake break hearts. Hey Picasso, hoe I'm art
Hey, dumb ass hit this block and pull up. Shoot like Marcus Smart
Punch you and be like Floyd. I like little shawty, she move on just like Laura
Move on just like Jefferson. Money in my pocket like Mexicans
Inside a Honda. Niggas know I came from nothing to Benihana
Been a hundred. Niggas know I came from squat to plenty money
He a simp, take him from his son. Call these niggas Homer
Wanna ball, so they piss me off. Swerving bending corners
Knocked off. I ain't talking Lucas. Shouldn't have tried to join them
Big dog. Prices on you bros. A niggas tried to warn you
Defense. Never wanted safety. Posted on the corner. Defense
Trying to get a play. I left red all on my socks
I was seventeen, I was all in like Josh. Uh
Wide receiver option, either run or drop the dot
But soon as he make a post, we turn him to a ghos
Uh, uh, so hot that it melt. niggas save they self, you know how I get in the jungle. Uh
My youngin hop out and swing that belt, you would think he was somebody mama
Shooting in circles like candies. It's out of my hand line, they hopping out on feet
He should have never been texting. They digging dirt where he rest at, caught his bitch
Wrist full of Cuban links. Got a Cuban bitch, we don't even speak
I bought a Drac' for cheap. Throw a party next door, we gon' clear the street
