Get out
Hello
Oh, oh yeah, is that Mike
Shit a go
Get out
Shit a go and some more shit
The second one to finish, really the first nigga to lose
I'm on telly kicking Chevy's like some shit up on my shoe
I know some blood niggas, set trippin, and room full of blues
Every time I find a bypass, I boot up off of shrooms
Paid 500 for the ounces, Kush cloud, got crazy fumes
I got married to the game, I found a bin and jumped the broom
I could grant wishes, both pockets full of Cosmo Wondas
That boy hot as hell, he want some sauce
He hit me, I ain't responding, spent a pair of buffs
On reclining, chair the feet Inclining
I faced 50,000 for a nigga, ever seen a diamond
Niggas block, burnt out, should call that bitch Epstein Island
I'm a west side nigga, turning jacks right on Ryan
When the run stops, shit might slow down, but I ain't finish
I bought Amiri kicks them bitches same color what I'm sippin'
It ain't make sense, but I made it happen, you should've listened
Make her wipe down, then return my cheese like I'm pimpin
I made 33, hunnit it in the rack like Scottie Pippen
Need them Jordan racks, when I come back, at least a ticket
I was missin' school to hit the road, like I'm suspended
I called Brody like, where you at? Shit, I'm in Memphis
I done fell back aint fell off, is you stupid
Swear to God, before my Ls, we was workin' outta Uber
Real Members call me Wop, all my bitches call me Scooter
Bounce back the last time, swear I'm done goin' through it
Niggas show they wave, and wonder why It clip
Threw my highs and my lows, they ain't know about it, bitch
Burn a bridge, act like I don't know you, probably by your social
I bought my bitch, what she want and take her out, but I won't post her
Woke up one day like daddy gone, I ain't get no closure
But it's all good, still gon' get the millions like I posed to
20 iPads, cause I found a Annie in tmo
You in thatDrop top, but that bitch weak, Don Zilli
Young me, want it bussed down, now I want a presi
Had an AP for six racks, off the same Debbie
Told her ass, unlock a, if she wanna impress me
Since kids, we been fly as shit, Robins and Giuseppes
Remember Dawg shit ran low, now my shit hefty
Why you have to bring that ball
I ain't saying nothing if he gets it
Don't you know this is a dead ball
Yeah, motherfucker, I know that shit
He ain't bothering you, so don't fuck with him
Yo, throw the ball, little man
I ain't gonna take it
Little Chris, tell his food I ain't gonna take his ball
I got enough money to buy me a hundred balls