Yeah, man
I'm just a foreign liver, man
How's it get up, man?
Nigga from the six, man
Hey, yo, Bosco
Hey, yo
Hey, these phones, they jumpin' off the wrist
This might just be your bitch
And my piss is hittin' like a fist
Point out that you get
In this shirt, they call me 1500
* it, get the fit
All this drink fillin' up my stomach
Expensive when I piss
Yeah, I hear the ho don't know a name
So I'ma call a dick
If I cannot use your bank account
Then how we gon' get rich?
I'ma run, nigga
Out the mud
Dirt up on my dick
Now I'ma form with my ass
Get up, nigga, from the six
I can boss you up
But if you playin' games
I cross you up
I can sauce you up
But not just any ho
That's hard to trust
On the Cuban, baby
* it, stick around
And hang with us
What your body done
Will bring me all the banks
That got some dust
Have you lobster bites
And salmon dice
And Cajun butter shrimp
I let pocket have you
Enterprise and LFCs for them
Let's see, I can slap
Gliding, Astro gliding
Rovers on the strip
40 inches
Lacing down your back
Prince Petticoat of tips
German engineering
Auto steering
Tent out all the whips
Bitch, I'm buying all the asses
Bitch, I'm busting out the nips
Fuckin' attitude
Your pocket's blue
That's lifestyle with a crib
How your friends cussin' out
They man, they thinkin' jumpin' *
And it's fallin' jumpin' off the wrist
This might just be your bitch
And my pieces hittin' like a fist
Point out and you get
Man, that shirt ain't cost me fifteen hundred
* it, get the feet
All this drink fillin' up my stomach
So I can boss you up
Expensive when I piss
Yeah, I hear the ho don't know a name
So I'ma call a dick
If I can't, I'll use your bank account
Then how we gon' get rich?
I'm a gun nigga
Out the mud
Dirt up on my dick
I'm a foreign with a ass
Kill the nigga from the street
Niggas ridin' the wave
They tryin' to beat us
Hit the dope, I got amnesia
I got spots, it's like a cheetah
I'm Midwest, it's nice to meet ya
Hundred thousand when I park
It smell like high tech when I fart
Water diamonds hittin' the dog
I'm hittin' the dog, I'm makin' it bar
Bust my neck, my bitch is D
We'll throw a cross, don't care
Pray to Jesus
Milly sick, ain't got no fever
I take that money to antidote
Bloody seats, but I don't with cuz
Nigga won't die, he catch a slug
Paranoid inside the club
My traffic blitzed, now I'm showin' lawyers
Like propellers, smokin' glass seats
Cinderella
No merch in me, no tellin'
Crown boss, my niggas fellin'
Tryin' to find out if I'm sellin'
Niggas be rappin', he stayin' tellin'
Peanut butter seats, I got them daily
I'm in the trap house while they're back
And this folder jumpin' off the wrist
This might just be your bitch
And my pieces hittin' like a fist
Point out that you get
And this shirt that caught me
From the back of my car
Fifteen hundred, * it, get the fit
All this drink fillin' up my stomach
Expensive when I piss
Yeah, I hit the hoe, don't know her name
So I'ma call it thick
If I cannot use your bank account
Then how we gon' get rich?
I'm a fun nigga, out the mud
Dirt up on my dick
I'm a foreign with her ass
Get a nigga from the six
Get a nigga from the six