All that ass, Lord mercy All that champagne, these bitches Verserchy, no hold up, I meant I pull up Roberto over Cavalli on Cali, prolly out in the valley Sippin' on something twerkin' like Miley Twerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin' Promise I won't tell a I been on that shit, way back North Philly nigga, but I'm laid Get shot in your head drivin' your Homey D Clown know I play that Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to Call your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a Try to school me, I'm getting out early Dope dealer, Puma life, back of soccer jersey Mink draggin', PETA I'm swaggin' All these like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit to put it, on my jacket What you doin? I'm fashion
Okay, I walk with a limp and I with a slur I might wear every single chain and mix it up my fur I might get every single drink and mix it up til I I tell the bitch get on my lap, but you get on my nerves I need that bag full of like I lawn mow it Doe and all Sean Doe it And I keep it G, yeah, I floor it And I'm pound If her pussy good then I might one, two, three, four it Got her for it Yeah, nigga overthink, never stress Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so Yeah, and she fuck me raw, unprotect But if I don't have rubber on it I feel underdressed Yeah, and I got bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap Finally Famous, Aura Gold is my And I put everything in motion like And when we flyin' private you could the gun on with us I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home us And I got comma on comma on on comma, on comma And I ain't talking about no run on Yeah, nigga hot headed so I that Chings Chili Put my P up on her head like that bitch is reppin' And I wheelie in that pussy my nigga Meek Milly On my way to millis Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies I got rich decided ain't rich enough When I did it big, bitch, I decided ain't big enough Dead Pres, who you up? Who that nigga you hating on, but just can't get enough? Fuck, the jig is up, little
I'm like when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff I never a day off, your stash is short like Adolf, Hitler You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause fake, dog You never no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get and take off We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in like "Hey, Ross" Get money, Dreamchasers, we hard like the Lakers You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you catchin' a fader I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor You thinkin' Khloe know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', I pretend? They say it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin I got a with fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz Them titties'll prolly fall like a ball when she My niggas from and Philly all get it in Your bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her Get money, Dreamchasers, we hard like the Lakers You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a Come get with the Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your and your neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your and your neighbor I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic nigga That's my bitch her a first class ticket to put the dick in her