Ain't no tellin'
What I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit
Hey lil' mama
Would you like to be my sunshine?
Nigga touch my gang
We gon' turn this shit to Columbine
Ice on my neck
Cost me ten times three
Thirty thousand dollars
For a nigga to get flee
I just hit Rodéo and
I spent like ten Gs
I just did a show and
Spent the check on my mama
When I go on vacay
I might rent out the Bahamas
And I keep like ten phones
Damn I'm really never home
All these niggas clones
Tryna copy what I'm on
Nigga get your own
Tryna pick a nigga bone
Word to brother Skip
Boy I had a good day
Metro PCS trappin' boy
I'm making plays
Fifty shades of grey
Beat that pu--y like Hulk Hogan
I know you know my slogan
If it ain't 'bout guap I'm gone
Niggas hatin' cause
I'm chosen from the
Concrete I had rose
Shawty starin' at my necklace
Cause my diamonds really froze
Put that d-ck up in her pu--y
Bet she feel it in her toes
I'm a real young ni--a
From the six throwing bows
I'm a real young ni--a
From the six throwing bows
Real young ni--a
From the six throwing bows
In the middle of the party
Bitch get off me
In the cut I'm rolling up
My broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama
Fond of me
All she want to do is smoke
That broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying
To leave with me
Said that I can get that
Pu--y easily
Said that I can hit that shit
So greasily
I'm a dirty dog
I did it sleazily
Ain't no tellin'
What I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit
Ain't no tellin'
What I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit
I got companies and Pesos
I got people on my payroll
She don't do it 'less I say so
I don't smoke if it ain't fuego
I should sauce 'em up like Prego
Fettucini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame
And every game they made on Sega
I was five or six years old
When I had told myself
Ok you're special
But I treat you like
My equal never lesser
I was twenty-six years old
When we had dropped
This one amazing record
Had the world stepping
That's what I call epic
Couple summers later I got paper
I acquired taste for
Salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the
Why you got to stare face
To know I either ball or
I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearing
They just mad cause I got
That cheese bitch I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party getting
Lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie word
To my mami
In the middle of the party bitch
Get off me
In the cut I'm rolling up my
Broccoli
Ya I know your baby mama
Fond of me
All she want to do is smoke
That broccoli
Whispered in my ear she
Trying to leave with me
Said that
I can get that pu--y easily
Said I can hit that shit
So greasily
I'm a dirty dog I did
It sleazily