Swap out this G2, I need a new oblique Oh God, I hate when people act like they in
tour with me Look, got all my ice on and my jewelry with
me Swap out this G2, I need a new oblique
Went so much I should've flew to Disney I hate when people act like they in tour
with me You ain't big enough to be my opp, but I'm
rich enough to get you Pop out trenches, we on different blocks
Ain't tryna boom, I'm tryna get some top My life gets strenuous, they say it's love
but that love be disingenuous Oh yeah, we eatin' where the menu is
Oh yeah, we eatin' where the, look Different color Louis kicks, could do that
for a few weeks I'm a sex addict, I can't take just one, I
need a few freaks Sacks ain't got no splash for me, I'm shoppin'
out of boutiques Dissin' hard, I heard they broke his jaw,
he caught a two piece I just toured the nation with a quarter
million on my purse Liquor in my cup, I keep on spillin' while
I'm swervin' Yeah, I'm slidin' in 600s, but we still be
in them Burbans I'm with my Muslim homies, get your head
wrapped up like a turban Money way too big for side bags, I'ma need
a duffel How is you my opp, you never shot, you never
scuffed Most these rappers birds and they got they
feathers ruffled They respondin' on no apps, but when I see
em they get rebuttaled I brought the chip to my city and they ain't
thank me Military style and on none of y'all I rank
They be tryna tell me that it's love, I'm like a kink
Got all my ice on and my jewelry with me Swap out this G2, I need a new oblique
Went so much I should've flew to Disney I hate when people act like they into it
with me You ain't big enough to be my opp, but I'm
rich enough to get you Pop out trenches, we on different blocks
And tryna boom, I'm tryna get some time
Still juggin' out them pissy hallways Riding with wifey, I can't put my phone on
Apple CarPlay In this switch and show a nigga's life, I
call her Allstate Fuck this rap shit, run into the opps, we
broke in broad day Why Southern Creole stand up for what you
believe in?
Cump it Eat a stork to beat the odds, make sure a
nigga munch it Ever since I was a kid I never listened,
tellin' damn I never thought about the consequences, never
poncin' I'm tryna be the cash cow, why you tryna
cupcake?
Seein' fiends ridin' with Philly, count this money, Doug Jakes
Left the zip ties at the spot, fuckin' we usin' duct tape
Shooters caught him at the party, no he couldn't duck fake
Don't want me to leave the city just to focus up on rap
I'm still in the strike with Lil' Bro, I'll try and catch a hat
Bunch of potholes in the road, I'm prayin' we don't catch a flat
If we do, then I ain't trippin', I know Bro gon' get his back
No reward without no risk, so I'm with Takin' risks for life
Make one mistake and go to jail, these streets'll take your bitch for life
Only girls that got my heart for real is my momma and this pipe
Cause I know for sure them two things gon' protect and never bite
Got all my ice on and my jewelry with me
Rob out this G2, I need a new oblique Went so much I should've flew to Disney
I hate when people act like they into it with me
You ain't big enough to be my idol But I'm rich enough to get you
Pop out trenches, be on different blocks And tryna boom, I'm tryna get some tops