Gray, with the three I check the mic, it check me
With the three
Ignoring shit to the weight of the worth of my work so I got me a rose
Agreed to the terms of the fact that the team
yeah we fucking it up, with composure And you know I'ma switch it to Rover
I'm hot like fuck the toaster What about you, what's your position
You still buying dreams that they sold you from birth
Fucking loose pussy, it bending your neck Follow my easy, it's step
My woman see me and she bending it over Busting it open fuck me in reverse
After dinner, dessert, yeah I'm the king Do you check, mate
Nah, these niggas ain't checking it mate
Bumble the ref and I'm taking control
And I'm changing the score, yeah We got the remote in the basement
Through all of my niggas, you see how we ball Like if J Cole went pro
Johnny Sins on a motherless hoe Let me tell it to you, clear
Fucking with me is a no My nigga try, I said it do not call me bro
You a bitch and it shows, a bitch and it shows And my dick, yeah it gold
These bitches is just like the niggas on pause, of course
These niggas is deaf, they can't hear the silence, they cry to the ref
Tell that bitch grab theirs dick, shove 'em in dirt
Easy Sunday and I'm chilling like herd I'm the GOAT
Meh meh with Sossa, uh, Muddy Soss Tag out the groove and the ooze
My cousin came and he took us to space Private, in the jet
The females, they love it, they shaking they breasts
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, bout to catch a hoe Pass it to the bro
My niggas are moving in code I ain't your average yo
Itty, bitty, titty and she sassy with it Bought her some chocolate and roses
Call her my Saturday roast She got me tatted on both
I gotta get on the road, ain't got no time to be cozy
Leisure on hold, she want me deeper in her soul
Never put business on hold, you niggas counting the score
I drop the top and then I put the pedal to the floor
My jewellery gotta be cold, drip is on water galore
Came in two-stepping now I am running the game
Thinking about what I should take, is it the money or fame
All my goons reckless, give us our flowers today
Cause we got more commas to chase, and roll up the tropical haze
Easy Sunday and I'm chilling like herd I'm the GOAT
Meh meh with Sossa, uh, Muddy Soss Tag out the groove and the ooze
My cousin came and he took us to space Private, in the jet
The females, they love it, they shaking they breasts