Turn they back on me, I ain't even trip Yeah, we gon' keep grindin' like the fuckin'
Clips Niggas yellin' out they real, do the fakest
* How you look me in my eyes and you tell the
lies Let a bad bitch drive while I rub her thighs
We keep pullin' up with sticks like we goin' blind
With them niggas punchin' in on the gold line I just spilled my whole cup, fuckin' up my
heart Weep bitches at the stool, fuckin' up my vibe
How I feel about my niggas, words can't describe We be deep up in them trenches, tryna stay
alive
Yeah, once you cross that line, ain't no comin' back
I might * that bitch once, but not get a tax
Dior on my feet, Gucci on my back Like a badass kid, * don't even matter
This that five, don't get it They done made the breakfast in my hood, she
got 50 I want 100 with all them niggas when they
with the kid She be drag like Weezy in the coupe, no city
I can't got her cap all in it Let me shop it with a white smoke set, try
to fit it in I do Gucci with the Dior, I need trouble
like that See, I been sleepin' through the day and workin'
night
I ain't shittin', official a rocker, boss don't bear up with the fly rips
Play my music video to the diamond Spend it shopping, I'm pourin' love on my overnight
bitch I love the Rollers, I love the poker, that's
what made me Talk about my daughter when I put Gucci on
my baby Nigga, wake up in the morning, think bout me
daily Nigga, my signature, shootin' in the fading,
just let it bang it, yeah We ain't on my niggas long, we got ranking,
yeah Talk bout a chub, we gon' leave me hanging,
yeah We trap, but I let it spin like Davey, yeah
Beat shop, singin' like JoJo and Jay-Z, yeah My nigga on the top, and I rapin' tracks,
yeah 150 with the roof down, the * they see,
yeah I ain't hatin' niggas, sorry, niggas hate
me, yeah Real niggas hard to face me, cause them niggas
ain't me, yeah This that vibe, don't kill it
Take that bitch to breakfast in my hood, she got 50, yeah
I want 100 with all them niggas when they kick it, yeah
Shippin' tracks like Weezy and poopin' on Citi, yeah
Puck ain't got a car borrowed in it We be shoppin' with her when she's upset,
tryin' to fit in, yeah I do Gucci with the Dior, I need trouble
like that For real, son
Mixin' Gucci with Dior, I don't trip none Mixin' Gucci with Dior, I don't trip none
Proud of what the Louis, this * gettin' fun
Remember walkin' through the mall, I couldn't get none
Now I'm finna be my mama's first rich son It's that breakfast in the hood, come get some
Take a bougie, visit Tam, tell her, pick some Dice game on the porch, bet I hit some
Bus claim, we just score, yeah, we really up Half a pound in the club, yeah, that's really us
They just said, ain't no smokin', we just lit it up
When I shop, if I like it, I just pick it up Double F's with Da Vinci, I don't give a *
Double R cullin' in behind a Bentley truck Lot of grams in my wood, ain't no smoke
Can't be blunts Lot of blues in my pocket, I got plenty bucks
Wanna hang with the clan, get your Benjis up
With another nigga bitch, finna live it up Eatin' waffles in the front, roll the window up
Spellin' syrup on my pants in the Bentley truck Niggas hatin', niggas plottin', we don't give a *
Walkin' in the club, we don't need no IDs Black bitch, hot as *, she look Chinese
Took a fifth of myself, yeah, don't mind Race it to a 40-piece, nigga, time
We don't need no IDs, nigga, time