B*tches, rappers
Rappers, b*tches
Way yall talkin on twitter
Lil boy I can't tell the difference
Purple herb in my swisher
Yeah lil aahj thats my witness
Pull up engine so vicious
That seven digits the mission listen
60 fps
These other rappers movin slow mo
I was broke as **** and now I'm drippin in sum polo
I dont beef for promo
I stay on the low low
Im the kid who run the game call it miyamoto
B*tch I'm heaven sent
This is jus my genesis
Marble floor my residence
Pocket full of presidents
My money so thick that I cannot fold the ****
Talkin all that **** on twitter lil b*tch kindly hold my d*ck
N I'm in gettin to the bag
Watch me double park the whip
My lil shawty break it down
Roll it up and spark the ****
U gon respect me as a lyricist
I ain just a hair cut
I ain just a face tat
Im sendin shots at everyone
Keep all that designer
I rock polo and tommy
Rollin up my *********
While she give me the sloppy
And all you trash a** soundcloud rappers I surpassed you
Pull up in the aston I'm blowin past you
U might see me do the dash blowin gas out the sun roof
Lil b*tch I'm so great I can't relate to not a one of you
Can't nobody keep me down
Or hold me from nothin
If I want it ima get it
Man it ain't no discussion
As of lately I been tryna write a rap with some substance
I was sick and tired of tryna be somebody I wasn't
And I ain in this for a check
I do this **** cause I love it
You know I won't stop at nothin
I take that feeling and trust it
How you rock designer but you look like a clown?
How I pull up to ya city and I shut the **** down
Im gettin paper
I just copped a mercedes
I'll catch you later
Step up out the scraper
Ballin like a laker
In some purple bapesta's
I think I'm feelin myself
Shawty dice that pineapple that replinish my health
B*tch its lit
Find me with my clique
Smokin out the zip
Guy fieri wit the sauce
Paul walker wit the whip
B*tch
I hate flexin but I can't help it
Drop top burnt out on the pavement
**** rolled in some polo
Let the champagne flow throwin c notes
Backwoods rolled vacay for the weekend
Couple girls gettin high in the deep in
You want to you can come through
Got the champagne flutes and the orange ju
B*tches, rappers
Rappers, b*tches
Way yall talkin on twitter
Lil boy I can't tell the difference
Purple herb in my swisher
Yeah lil aahj thats my witness
Pull up engine so vicious
That seven digits the mission listen
60 fps
These other rappers movin slow mo
I was broke as **** and now I'm drippin in sum polo
I dont beef for promo
I stay on the low low
Im the kid who run the game call it miyamoto
B*tch I'm heaven sent
This is jus my genesis
Marble floor my residence
Pocket full of presidents
My money so thick that I cannot fold the ****
Talkin all that **** on twitter lil b*tch kindly hold my d*ck
N I'm in gettin to the bag
Watch me double park the whip
My lil shawty break it down
Roll it up and spark the ****
U gon respect me as a lyricist
I ain just a hair cut
I ain just a face tat
Im sendin shots at everyone
Keep all that designer
I rock polo and tommy
Rollin up my *********
While she give me the sloppy
And all you trash a** soundcloud rappers I surpassed you
Pull up in the aston I'm blowin past you
U might see me do the dash blowin gas out the sun roof
Lil b*tch I'm so great I can't relate to not a one of you
Can't nobody keep me down
Or hold me from nothin
If I want it ima get it
Man it ain't no discussion
As of lately I been tryna write a rap with some substance
I was sick and tired of tryna be somebody I wasn't
And I ain in this for a check
I do this **** cause I love it
You know I won't stop at nothin
I take that feeling and trust it
How you rock designer but you look like a clown?
How I pull up to ya city and I shut the **** down
Im gettin paper
I just copped a mercedes
I'll catch you later
Step up out the scraper
Ballin like a laker
In some purple bapesta's
I think I'm feelin myself
Shawty dice that pineapple that replinish my health
B*tch its lit
Find me with my clique
Smokin out the zip
Guy fieri wit the sauce
Paul walker wit the whip
B*tch
I hate flexin but I can't help it
Drop top burnt out on the pavement
**** rolled in some polo
Let the champagne flow throwin c notes
Backwoods rolled vacay for the weekend
Couple girls gettin high in the deep in
You want to you can come through
Got the champagne flutes and the orange ju