I can only breathe
Beautiful dreamer
Beautiful
I don't trust nothing no more
I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these bitches, I don't trust *
Too much cap * going on, too much fraud * going on
Everybody saying they with you, then you make a little motion, niggas
Who you with? Them niggas calling quits, that's when my niggas *** the bleep
I know you want legit, them niggas lying, them niggas pissed
I'm shooting out the can, them niggas couldn't picture this
I'm skating with the ransom, niggas couldn't figure this
I was born broke as hell, so I had to go and get my feet
This dick is like a lollipop, so baby come and lick
Cause I'm looking like a lick, a lick, a lick, a lick
I don't trust nothing no more
A lick, potawaki or the trist, we'll * it, we can mix
How the * you made a *** about some * you never hear?
My lil' baby with Mercedes, drive the 50 on the whip
Niggas claiming they got motion, ain't got more motion than my beat
I got two-tone on my Cuban link, water out the sink
She got her eyes up on my prize, she see my diamonds make a blink
I'm like, baby, where's your key? She slurp my dick up like a drink
I'm the hottest on the way, lil' baby, I don't need a mink
I'm the GOAT, I got hoes on my Alpharetta, the Gresham Road
I ain't even from the A, lil' baby, 613
She believe in me like Jesus, I got Christian to the flow
And my shades is made like Saint Laurent, can't even see you ho
I be blinded, all that bullshit, we walkin' around with pose
My lil' baby, she the baddest, ass the fattest, that's on G-O-D
If I want you dead, then my boy's goin' on a shopping spree
I'ma make it lock, so baby, cop for me
Took her to the body shop and dropped a 30-piece
A 30?
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Out of me, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
Nothing happens overnight, never do it out of spite
I was drunk when I met you, baby, don't believe the hype
I put honey in the Julio, I superchopped the pipe
I can give it to you back to back to drop me to my flight
I'm in L.A. with a heater on me, clutching on my ice
Cause I'm looking like a lick, baby, I don't wanna die
* bitches and they best friends, I ain't even try
In here gripping on that onion, baby, I ain't even cry
I'm a piece of *, baby, but I'm still the *, baby
I just got the bag, now these bitches acting real rape
I just left my pocket in the club, I got real paper
Gotta cut the grass, cause these niggas looking real snaky
Get up in them rooms, true colors, they too shaky
That is not my op, he just be doing real hate
She a demon when she off the liquor, turn to real Satan
I don't do no backtalk, I don't do debating
Hood niggas turn to hospital patients
If you scared, niggas stay out the way
Then, cause I had this nigga, he is on the way in
Scoop, scoop, scoop