Exotic (feat. BabyTron) est une chanson en Anglais
I love you, 20K
Bye, Kyle
Bye, Kyle
Bye, Kyle
Bye, Kyle
We gotta get freaky on this, bitch
313 Mafia
Blowing on exotic, bad bitch, she look exotic
That little shit you posting on the gram, that's in my pocket
Shit, I'm married to Wockeisha, I can't do the Tristian Thompson
Get a chase, then I spam it, burn it by the sixth deposit
I might bring it back to life, drop a check for 20,000
I might drop some tech, grab a tech and trade it for a chopper
Hit the bag with some nal, but I'm riding with the yacht
Sprite black like Wakanda, yurks bite like piranhas
Fuck a nigga, baby mama, now he calling, causing drama
in the trenches chopper on me behind tint feel like Obama
Paid a dollar for these pieces, but they fire like some lava
Forgot my mask on the skit, turned around and buy a clava
That Drake gon' scream like DJ Drama
Ain't really one of our problems, I'm just trying to fuck up a comma
I might run it up in Yagas, catch me running up a dollar
Playing like he TRX and got the rustiest Impala
Dirty nigga, never been in Mitchell's for a lobster
I rock Kapital and Amiri, I ain't never worn no Kappa
Quick to rock before I leave, you probably think I work for Nasa
Give out spankings with the belt, you would think I work for Nana
Put my bitch in designer and her pussy like a panda
I'ma fuck her like a dog, you gon' beat her like a cancer
Threw the purples in the trash, I ain't never buy a hamper
Two sticks, I let these hoes fire like a camper
Me and Tron running up a check, you niggas broke as fuck
Pussy nigga died, tried to rob me, time to smoke him up
Grab a pack of loose leafs, it's time to roll them up
Find me when it's at your first ten, think you growing up
Nigga put up at the crib cause he on up
Get in the whip, don't blow your stick cause you a ho or what
In love with the drop, ironic that the soda crushed
Crocs off the bus, DSM, shit they know it's us
Shitty boys, dog shit, militia
Long live the scam