Yeah, look
(Buddah blessed this beat)
Psychin' out, bro pull a pistol on anyone
Hopped out the car with a big SK
Grip it under my arm like a minigun
Nigga think he can take any of my hoes
And sit back watch em receive a Cinnabon
Rent out and house and we fly in some hoes
On my mama, the ratio ten to one
All of my exes look at me like, God, I tell no façade
Buy her a car but it's still in my name
If that bitch try to leave, take it back like Rashad
Six-hundred thousand, I stuffed in a pod
Ten different bitches, we made them hoes mosh
Maison Margiela soap when I wash
Give me that mouth, if your body is botched
Two different cribs, I had bought for the fuck of it
Makin' so much guap, I don't know what to do with this shit
But I promise I'm lovin' it
Bitch is a bird, on my mama, I'm dubbin' it
DUB Edition on the rims, I'm thuggin' it
Bro off a x tryna x something out
Niggas want smoke, tryna see what I'm 'bout
I'm with they bitch, tryna live in her mouth, ha-ha
Niggas not rich, on my momma, niggas cold, bitch
Niggas a fold quick, look in his eyes, he sure a snitch
Up that fire, on his ass, bet he change pitch
Left my hot-head brother home, he too dangerous
Oh, shit, rocky road, he not tough, he told
One-fifty my shows
Pull up with three model bitches, Coca-Cola nose
Kamikaze middle of the party, my nose feel extra snotty
My deposit Mona Lisa profit, can't fit in no one's wallet
Who is watching and fuck her on the balcony where MLK died
My wrist tied up, watch worth a life
Trade it for a soul, red beam on top of the pole
Accuracy on Norris Cole, hmm
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