Got ice and cream like hagen das You a nasty bitch... well I'm a pass You thirsty bitch well I got cash a lot of it and by the stash bend that over let me thrash throw that money spend them bands if you aint the wave stay on the sand call it crowd surfing cuz im throwing bands I aint sayin that a nigga perfect but cant teach a nigga if he dont want it man cant fuck with a nigga if he dont keep it straight to keep it straight dont wanna man it aint the 1990s but Money, you dont understand said I wouldnt make it shyt talking I spit a verse 100 grand sittin in the crib like Steve Hawkins these the hands im dealt well fuck em hands we not gone fight so fuck em hands whip out the shyt and spray the can so fuck the double entredres and make this bitch a threesome then I fucked the game no condom Goofys taste my fruit and keep the kids A street nigga cant leave the biz thats what my PHD be in these niggas love to bite cuz they hate to see me eat and shyt im an o.g. no need to fight and I won't squeeze a grip got a qualm talk to me nice smoking on cheata piss and I dont want it to be you so show some sensitivity bitch
This is not ship but address me as your captain Take away the cap put it back with a flat brim Never talking past tense never talking back then Always looking straight
Got a portrait , not freaking care Bitch I’m everywhere Now your ears I don’t fucking care I’m licking Baby get the stats straight You know my darlinng get paid to print Falling around rim, giving no chance to him I might just go abandon him
Hi fried I got high vision Smoking loud I'm the highest good evening God said Khaled we ain't going stop winning Been praying Allah bless us one family Going out the region tryina fill a up peepee Codene my piss that test nurse I falled it I got fattty magazine holding 50 Light check signxture she going Make it bounce Ass and titis out ride untill you come Throw on mini skirt hop inside the cullinan. Gotta ring whenever you call Phone on silent airplanes mode you out on the mall run
who you think you steppin, steppin into to my lair, this my kingdom if you weren't yet aware, you wouldnt step to me, not even if you fucking dared, i am an icon, you just the wooden chair yes i am classy, yes i get ratchet, tell it how it is, thats just how i have it, steppin to the mic, and i speak in magic, i'd like to see you try, try to see you match it, i aint holdin back, aint you know i get nasty, i just soldier on, work my way to where the cash be, you think you fronting huh oh no you just trashy, you think you all that, like who been fucking gassin? you know i get win the race, first verse you be crashing, revving up my engine, undercover lights flashing, but i dont stop for none, and no they wont catch me, what you do i do it better, never quit i never let up, playing nice thats a set up, i'ma take you where the trash be want some advice, well if you ask me, get your own vibe, you cant catch this, you cant have this, i invented this style, got it polished and i practiced, say you bout it, i'd like to see you match it, you got less fire then a box of empty matches, you such a damn liar, you been talking mad shit, i been in my lane, you been swerving in the traffic, stay out the damn way, or you end up with the has beens, you know i birthed you though you're delusional and ratchet, eating at my flows like a damn maggot, got some spray for these bugs, no really its all love, I'm the andre you aint a shutter bug, you been outta luck and you been in the clubs, i be getting paid to just show up, respect me as you please, ignore me thats a plus, but get in my damn way then we're gonna see some buzz
