| Let me let the beat breathe |
| They sleep on me, ZZZ |
| Keep it player, I've been keepin' it P |
| I can just do this shit in my sleep |
| She take her vitamins, her vitamin D |
| VVS like the Sun Capri |
| I need my bands right now, capeesh? |
| Big dog and I'm off the leash |
| That's my name on the motherfuckin' lease |
| That's my car, that's the name on them keys |
| Skrrt off and (Skrrt) you can hear the damn screech (Skrrt) |
| Lil' bruh, (Skrrt) I just want the peace |
| Just want the money, the green |
| Want the same love for my team |
| I'll put a nigga on and that's guaranteed |
| Feel like a dope boy in white T's |
| All that foreplay, that bitch a tease |
| Need a big ass chain like Alicia Keys |
| Walk in the store, they say take off my ski |
| Yeah, smokin' on all type of herbs |
| Fuck school, nigga, Phineas and Ferb |
| Wake up in the morning, birds gon' chirp |
| Bitches on my phone, I don't want to flirt |
| That bitch really get on my nerves |
| Louie bag, no, this shit not a purse |
| Foreign cars, I ain't goin' in a hearse |
| Pull up Lambo, and I'm leavin' them hurt |
| Get high, bitch, I'm smokin' on purp' |
| I got the mob ties, so don't get your ass (Shhh) |
| Like, fuck it, put in the dirt |
| If you scared, take your bitch ass to work |
| Throw a four, man, I'm right on the turf |
| Chains on, baby, yeah come and surf |
| I don't care who the fuck did it first |
| If she could cook, yeah, that's a perk |
| Smokin' dope, I ain't doin' no Percs |
| Be thankful 'cause this shit can be worse |
| Look like her BBL finna burst |
| See 12, throw that bitch in reverse |
| Pull up restaurant, the table's reserved |
| If you broke, then I'm kinda disturbed |
| That high speed in my car got |
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| Hear my song, then you better hit the jerk |
| If you broke, then I don't got no words |
| Designer shoes, I don't do the Converse |
| Sit back and I look and observe |
| Do a show for a |
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| She burnt out, she can't get unburned |
| Lil' baby, lil' bitch, it's my turn |
| Hol' on, let me switch lanes and turn |
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| the police, yeah, they hidin' their |
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| You a lil' boy and I don't pay your churn (Go, go, go, go) |
| (Go) |
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