Ha

I can feel it in the air
I know somebody told
He and his feelings bout some pussy
That ain't even yours
He getting high off doing blow
Go ahead and wipe his nose
I keep on buying new designer
Like I model vogue

And all my steppers they some strikers I might get you gone
Don't post subliminals I'm way too grown to beef on phones
Lil bih go stupid blowing gas inside that diesel truck
Go pound for pound, and round for round
You can't compete with us
Just put some money on a crib, that I ain't sleeping in
She wanna fuck on the first night, I told her eat it then
She wanna baby on first link, and want me leave it in
She wanna spin around the block, I guess she been a fan
My momma worried I get influenced by hip-hop
Influenced to head out like a hindi, you get red dot
Told her don't you worry
I make songs to make the bed rock
All my women pretty rich and thick and love my dreadlocks
Running through the city for my coins like sonic hedgehog
Link inside a bio for her fans
But they don't know that that's my paypal
Ha
And I get love for different reasons
Some stab me in my back
I guess I must be Julius Caesar

I can feel it in the air
I know somebody told
He and his feelings bout some pussy
That ain't even yours
He getting high off doing blow
Go ahead and wipe his nose
I keep on buying new designer
Like I model vogue

I got a brown and bougie bitch
She look like Ruby Rose
I told lil baby say my name
I love to hear her moan
Love when I whisper in her ear
But in a deeper tone
Love when I whisper in her ear
But in a deeper tone

My cougar bae gone treat me good
She look like Nia long
And her daughter got an attitude
Like B. Simone

Hop in I'm going to the top now
Brand new GLE doing some workouts
when it squat down
He think that I'm soft because I'm making all these pop songs
I could get you smoke and I
Okay
I might get you smoke

I can feel it in the air
I know somebody told
He and his feelings bout some pussy
That ain't even yours
He getting high off doing blow
Go ahead and wipe his nose
I keep on buying new designer
Like I model vogue

And all my steppers
They some strikers
I might get you gone