Hey, bitch, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Get on the rise, on the rise, on the rise, on the rise, on the rise
I'ma get the cash, that's for however
Get in on the regular
We separate, not together
Keep it that way forever
Margella on, on my sweater
It get your girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on the radar
Hit you in your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium
You can't ball better
You know I got Montclair on me
In the cold weather
I knock him out left, right, left, right
Upcut, nigga, main weather
My VPS on me, all right, all right
It look like sleigh weather
Uh-huh, as I hop in the ride
Got your thigh, she inside
And on my Glock, I won't trust
Run up on me, you gon' die
Perky's on the way, three to the face
Damn it, I'm too high
I don't wanna take these perks no more
But if it don't take them, feel like I'm
Gon' die
And I gotta live for it
And chop on me, pull up
Making him run for it
He say he wanna fight for that
I got a gun for it
I'm your father, bitch, why bother?
You was my son, boy
Run up on me, then I chop a guy
He kinda like the same, boy
My brother locked up, nigga, let him out
Just like a con, boy
AK in the back of the trunk, El Cato on it
Osan, boy
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably puttin' dick up in your mom, boy
Yeah
Ash, that's forever
Gettin' on a regular
We separate, not together
Keep it that way forever
Margella on my sweater
It get your girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on the radar
Hit you in your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium
You can't ball better
You know I got Montclair on me
In the cold weather
I knock him out left, right, left, right
Upcut nigga, main weather
My VPS on me, all right, all right
It look like sleigh weather
Uh-huh
To the face, I'm okay
Uh-huh
Get away with crimes like O.J.
Uh-huh
Lean on me, no O.J.
Uh-huh
VVS clear like Blu-ray
Uh-huh
Triple nine on my wrist, no sleep
Bitch told me switch little wrist
Stop acting pussy, no clitoris
Man up, Ellen DeGeneres
Uh-huh
I was generous
I'm done being a gentleman
* up, hide your feelings, bitch
I don't give a * what you feelin', bitch
All this over some silly *
You must have some mental damage, man
We can play games if you wanna play
Game over, game over, you know I win
How does it feel to be the loser?
I'm poppin' pills
How does it feel to be the loser?
I'm askin' for real
Uh
This is America
Nah
Nah
This some bullshit
It's really yourself you embarrassed me
I'ma give you cash, that's forever
Uh
Get in on the regular
We separate, not together
Keep it that way forever
Margiela on, on my sweater
It get your girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on the ratter
Hit you in your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium
You can't ball better
You know I got Montclair on me
In the cold weather
I knock em out, left, right, left, right
I'm cut, nigga, main weather
My VPS on me, all right, all right
It look like Slate weather
Yeah, yeah, I'm back on it, yo
Bitch, she wanna *, I tell her, cool
I'm feelin' lonely, run up on me
Brand new gun, Tommy on me
Mackie on me
I get cheese, no macaroni
I could turn your brains into some fuckin' Mastacholi
Uh, uh, all on the floor
That president don't meet you like a moron
Yeah, your bitch a *
Run up on me, you get put on the floor
Uh, yeah, can't flip work just like a skateboard
Your bitch back and it's breakin' like a record
I'm in the studio, all I do is push record
Platinum, platinum, plat, yeah, that's me, boy
I'ma get the cash, that's forever
Get in on the regular
We separate, not together
Keep it there, wait forever
Margiela on, on my sweater
It get your girl wetter
Run up on me, my hand on the ratter
Hit you in your beretta
I'm ballin' out the stadium
You can't ball better
You know I got Montclair on me
In the cold weather
I knock him out
Left, right, left, right
Uppercut, nigga, main weather
My VPS on me, all right, all right
It look like sleigh weather
Uh-huh
I'm in the studio, all I do is push record
Platinum, platinum, plat, yeah, that's me, boy