I'm so thorough, sort of like hot angels and cold devils
Niggas know I run shit, see me and holla gold medal
Color fanatic, my money blue and my hoes
Yellow bougie bitch, type to roll marijuana in rose petals
Pull up fly, the one who bitches be checkin' for
Making sure I'm top of these square niggas, they checkerboards
And if I catch a flight with you, know a check aboard
My bitch know I'm that nigga, so a phone I ain't gotta check no more
A true hustler, make it pop in the drought
I'm a player, go at your bitch like hop in, we out
On the ride, she make it jump, skip, and hop in her mouth
Fuck her like I'm fresh out the can, bitch, I'm Oscar the Grouch
The type to kiss the chopper like muah, cause the stick art
Leave a halo around a nigga head like some pic art
Anywhere I'm good, I'm in the hood like some pick parts
She know my shorts expensive, they say Rhude across the dick part
Might look light, but I'm heavy though, on the contrary
Ain't no nigga like me, I'm one of one, my kind rare
Don't commentate about me and niggas, they not there
My life is a movie about fly shit, this Con Air
I'm contemplatin' suicide but no overreactin
I'm talkin' them car doors that open in opposite fashion
I'm not with the cappin, said it then it probably happened
Shit to say, go ahead and block me if you tired of me rappin
I'm humble with a hint of that Kanye
My flow hot, feel like I hit this bitch with Pecante
Wilder than Deontay, might hit the streets just me and Keonte
I come suited and booted like prom dates
And time waits for no man, beef is like a bromance
Cause when it's personal, they get close, like a slow dance
Ask if we could hold hands, hit her with a no ma'am
One brown and one red, cause what would Gina be with no Pam
And I am still Lil Aaron from them apartments
Although I put in work, feel like I'm in the wrong department
Gucci socks, forces, ain't runnin' with the forces
I never seen a cop pushin' Panamera Porsches
And bright what my torch is, I'm prayin' that my light never dim
Can't be scared to take a shot when you right at the rim
Always us, never them, said too much to a friend
And took the knife out my back, I'll never trust you again
You niggas couldn't be me if we had the same honeycomb
Need a bitch to promise stay the same when the money gone
And if so, we'll be breezy, I'm trap or die jeezy
I'm '08 Weezy and I'm masked up Yeezy, nigga, yeah