Letras
Yea
Come in right here
Finna come in right here
Runnin' late to the session cuz I been swimmin' in some pussy
It was gushy
I was breast stroking
But now I'm stroking the page
Bought a new chain
Still ducking the cage
Embarrassed to say it was a day my dream Double R was a Range
But nowadays my worth is being accurately weighed
And so much so that, truth be told
A nigga dream car is a plane
And eyes are to the soul what sixteens are to my brain
So take a peak at the canvas and watch me paint for a second
Eyes closed and blindfolded, I don't aim at perfection
Bro I just hit it
Won't say it 'til I did it
And if I did it then it's done and I don't like talking bout old shit
So take the hint and get yo bitch made
Hoe-shit-doing ass up out my business
On my fitness
All these ab exercises keep me wit bitches
I'm the sickest in the south get more mouth than a set of dentures
I take good weed, mix it wit shrooms and go on adventures
Wit some other nigga hoe
I jus told her don't take no pictures
Your life is precious
Don't get to testing
If you do I'll send a message
The worst impression
Get you hit off in the section
Feel disrespected
It ain't shit to arrested
Bro paid the bond
And now we slide out north we flexing
Ain't this life a blessing
Cashing in the checking
Taught a nigga a lesson
We young and dumb
And getting wreckless
I know they'll fold in the realest settings
I know that drum ring real confessions
And you just might next
I know yo bitch the best
She got the biggest ass
I skeeted on her chest
And then I did the dash
Now I ride down 24
RIP the bean, Kobe
Smoking on some
Whats that shit called
He said it's evergreen
Always playing Kevin incase they test me
Imma let it sing
Let it shine
My nigga got a combo like the number nine
Gang for real they answer in a instant
They some different kinds
Came up from the bottom
Like my bitch say hoe you know the vibes
Two seater
White wife beater
She a bad bitch
But I don't need her
So high
Feel like Peter
In my mind, Derek Jeter in his prime
Can't believe we on this grind
They can't believe it
Way they acting you would think it was secret
Way they acting you would think we needa keep this
These ain't just bars this ain't just rock this is elite shit
May hit Chicago just so I can get a deep dish
Or move to Texas cause I heard they got some low rent
If you rapper but ain't rapping you ain't on shit
This is that art this that collage but with some words shit
This is that bumping while you smoking on that herb shit
This you been sleep but now you know the best you heard shit
Just know that Shrames is on this beat if you don't know shit
Just know that Shrames is on this beat if you don't know shit
They talkin' bout who ain't got no money nigga
I guess they finna see
I been countin racks investin stacks before the triple P
Catch me out here flossin they gone know that boy from Tennessee
Cashville up on my hat
Golds all up on my teeth
Get the bag it come wit ease
Do me wrong and catch a fade
Bagged this bitch from overseas
Said she wanna catch a wave
She don't even like to smoke
Plugged in like Izotope
I just rolled this stupid runtz
Blunt hit Mike Tyson ho
Guess how low the prices go
I got it on the way
Couldn't treat the ho the same cause she got mad she had to pay
Fuck it I don't even need her
Bitch, my pockets blue and greener
Like da Vinci when I'm thumbin'
I'm finna paint in Pasadena
Name another nigga cleaner
I don't even rock designer
Take a nigga to the cleaners
Bruh gone hang him like a lion
Turn that nigga to Mufasa
Get that boy a doctor
Now, Back to how we eatin
Steak and lobster hold the pasta