Black panoramic with no ceiling on it Black cat mob, from night until the morning You lookin' at my cup, you worried 'bout where I'm pouring Baby, let me heal them cuts, like I'm Neosporin I'm on gas and I'm on Runtz and I'm still in here recording I can't talk to none of these bitches 'cause all these bitches be boring You know I run to the cheese, I run to the money, I do it for mom Oh, yes, they hate to see me up Ballin', they gon' fall I got spikes up on my jeans, bitch, I feel like Bowser I been puffing on that green, I ain't sniffin' powder You will get burned up by these bitches You gon' get burned up by these bitches You gon' get burned up by these bridges You gon' get burned up by these bitches She want Chanel, oh-yeah Buy it for my bitch, I love to splurge, oh-yeah Playin' with the mob, it be a purge, oh-yeah Choppa bullets get you fallin', hit your head, oh-yeah Spent some bands on her purse, my pockets don't hurt You could get merked, yeah Put your ass on a shirt Crossin' my fingers hopin' that it works Thanking up to God 'cause I'm getting what I deserve All my sons watchin', listenin', I know they lurk Keep an F&N in case a nigga wan' get burned I could see these bitches, yeah, they nosy and they lurk Keep it kinda quiet to myself, I can't blurt If you run up on me, get to firin' at the clerk Bitch, we finna leave but get the fuck up out the [?] Diamonds on my necklace, let it glisten, yeah, they purr Diamonds on my wrist, it got the bitches saying, "Purr" I got rich now, took a trip right to the bank, I'm with your bitch now Nigga talkin' out his head, he better sit down Walkin' out Chanel with hundred thousand stone fists now Used to stay up in the mode, tell 'em in the Ritz now So much lean up in my fucking kidneys, gotta piss now So much lean up in my fucking kidneys, purple piss out Black panoramic with no ceiling on it Black cat mob, from night until the morning You lookin' at my cup, you worried 'bout where I'm pouring Baby, let me heal them cuts, like I'm Neosporin I'm on gas and I'm on Runtz and I'm still in here recording I can't talk to none of these bitches 'cause all these bitches be boring You know I run to the cheese, I run to the money, I do it for mom Oh, yes, they hate to see me up Ballin', they gon' fall I got spikes up on my jeans, bitch, I feel like Bowser I been puffing on that green, I ain't sniffin' powder