Damn Tye, you made this bitch too? What the fuck go into you? Basskids, answer yo motherfuckin phone nigga Sucka nigga, I don't know 'em I'm ain't fuckin' wit 'em I look at that shit I brushed it off my shoulder, like I'm Jigga I'm getting high and flexing Bitch know I'm a gang member You bringing up my namin' But we get paid different Just got a bag of black rubber bands I'm tryna fill em Man fuck the pop, I'm sippin' This shit raw, I'm tryna feel it That lightweight ass chain Man, I take that bitch and bend it That $3000 ain't shit, that's just shoppin' for my bitches Fly her to an island, fuck her in a villa I showed that bitch was pimpin was Turnt her to the realest Got As on, the Bathing Ape I'm a fresh gorilla My young boul with that Drac Drac In the bushes where you livin This shit ain't no playplace Better go find some children My Air Force 1s 8 some But I'm really chillin' I ain't buying that bullshit But niggas keep tryna sell it Hit the road, no school trip Trafficking paraphernalia "I like when you wear that fly shit Bae that's so appealing" Man I done stacked some wild shit It's bout to break the ceiling She wanna wake up, see my face She just gon' keep wishin' Naw I don't sip wine bae But its purple in my kizzup Talked to bro from prison He wish it was different He never getting out But he just happy that I'm livin I be dreaming while I be havin' the strap under my pillow My bitch caught me with that hoe I told her "that's my God sister" I hit but I'm not kissin' I'm rich off [?] Ima bump and grind with her Went and made enough to make a Wraith Off Enterprise rentals When the bricks come they beige Look like Fear of God, Essentials I'm killing off all my hoes Man I need some [?] sisters I hate clean ass Sprites man I wanna put some lines in em I'm balling hard, I'm gettin' fat I'm feel like Zion Williams I left the store with so much shit They think I'm shoplifiting I'm like a island By the wave I'm surrounded Won't see me vouching Cause I know them niggas lyin' They throwin' shade But it won't stop my [?] The streets ain't for you Better go work at Chrysler Nigga don't wanna cop You just wanna ask about the prices Boy we on yo ass Better have some tactics for survival Showed em a hard ass circle Thought it was a cabinet full of china If this rap shit don't work I'm right back to trapping, Fetty Wappin I wanna pour some red This bitch want red lobster I ain't even feelin' sick I just need a head doctor The switch'll make that bitch spit Like it's eating sunflowers I know you can't send no blitz Nigga you ain't got the manpower Sicko, Ian Connor Don't talk about it, been bout it [?], she gon piss it out Killin' rap niggas Man I need a teardrop