Turn me up (Haha, PBell) Ooh Yeah, yeah (Dxnte, you snapped on this one) Yeah, huh Brand new Rollie, it look like peach I make them hoes away my seat Ice my Rollie just like Meek, them Forgis fours on all my feet I do drugs 'cause I be geeked, my O. T. run was just like Meech Got Cali' bud, this shit ain't cheap I get shit done just off one tweet I can pop my shit for real 'cause it's real life, it ain't no act If that Rollie ain't at least three hundred, that shit light, them ain't no racket She not my type, but still'll fuck a bitch on sight 'cause I like racks Fill my closet up, mix match, that's on my life, it look like Sax's I like hoes that's gon' be hoes, but I hate hoes that play they roles I smoke 'bows and I like clothes, that dog too strong, it stank my nose You ain't coppin' least two O's, don't hit my phone, bro, what you on? Fuck this rap 'cause this shit bold, how niggas told it and sell out shows? I been poppin' since like ten, bitch, I can pop it 'cause I'm him Off the lot with Maybach Benz, flooded rocks, bitch, I might swim What type of games niggas be playin', dog? Shot still ain't spinned Bentley drop, it cost two men, flooded the watch with all blue gems Bitch, I'm talkin' Flintstones and gettin' fent' gone, yeah, since the flip phone Half a million standin' from my foot up to my hip bone New compressor, step when it's so hard, I put a six on Fluffy bag filled up with all coins, it got wicks on Rich nigga, that's ten thousand gone, I put fits on Plot a bitch from Cali', get the load before I get home Pour up yellow Tussin, this shit so old, look like it's hit on