Oh I'm about to float on this
I don't buy Chanel whenever she whining I only do outside
Till the bitch I'm finding the wine and the dime
Ghosts at the door on the new roads
Go for them books for a few shows
I hear O'Dell for new clothes
Roll next round, cop me or he blow
And they know if he blow, I blow
Nick get hit with a dip like Chico
I put 5% on my whip, but
Like carrying my honey from the freak house
Who said what?
We got Cartier bucks
You can't play like you tough
For 50, we double it up
Get hit for 100, ain't got 200
He like double it, nah
You broke, you better off
Just tryna double your cup
I'm tryna double my
You know she better hit that
I be in the room full of
Rich Rolex AP, have a wrist match
You drop a body bag, you drop a disc check
I get like you fire, I ain't even lit yet
She be blowing mine and I ain't hit yet
I do everything, it ain't dead yet
Like breaking back me, I'm classy
Get nasty, you got it
I'm like 4G out of my wood
Fuckers at my tent, I ain't even go to college
She ain't go to college, you
But the way that she giving me head
Like she giving me a dollar
Now she a little freaky
She gon' stand on her toes like a stallion
Every she ride
Hip gang cop a two-tone AP
Bust it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
She don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me
She gon' do what I say like Simon
She know that I pop my
I'ma buy a Chanel whenever she want
And I only do outside
Till the bitch I'm fine, I don't want any diamonds
Go to the door on the new Rolex
Go for them book for a few shows
I hear Odell from new clothes
Pop a Rolex, try and cop me a heat blow
And they know if he blow, I'll blow
Nick get hit with a dip like Pico
I put 5% on my whip, but
Like her, I'ma hunt it from the fake off
They know I get shell outside
Tell them let Rel outside
We gon' bring her to the earth
But I'm still praying to God
I come from my right hand
I'm a Bible gang, let it bang when we slide
Y'all can smell it
We ain't just
We ain't just the same on our side
Tell me how you mind it
Just pick your opponent
We all gon' do that
You think if you shoot at us
That I ain't gon' shoot back
I just copped a two-door convertible
Pushed my roof back
They said it was after the storm
So you know I had to bring the coupe back
We turn your block, then we move back
White season, we rock, do rap
Contemplating your next move
While I rent up a new bag
So bro, don't bring around no new cats
I spent ten for the earrings
Kept falling out, I needed screwbacks
She like breaking back me, I'm classy
It last, and you got it
I might fudge you out of my wood
Fuckers at my town
I ain't even go to college
She ain't go to college, you
But the weather, she giving me head
Like she giving me knowledge
I'm sure a little freaky
She gon' stand on her toes
Like a stereo whenever she ride
Rip grain, cop a two-tone AP
Bust it all down
I'ma fill it all up with diamonds
She only be riding, mama
But she listen to me
She gon' do what I say like a sign
She know that I pop my *
Gon' buy a Chanel whenever she want
And I only do outside
To the bitch I'm finding
I'm whining and dying
Gon' set a door on a new rose
Cop it, I'm booked for a few shows
I hear Odell from New Clothes
Don't Rolex, try and cop me a heat blow
And they know if he blow, I'll blow
Niggas been hit with a dip like Pico
I put 5% on my whip, but it's like
I'm a hundred from the fake dog