(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

She got D'usse in her solo?
Finna double team her
Hothead with blicky on him?
Bro a trouble seeker bitch a dummy
She don't think I'm finna fucking leave her
Palm Angels joggy but Dior
Did my running sneakers

SUV with the bike rack
Blending in with traffic
Know the Men in Black, for some guala
Send 'em in with gadgets
Tripping over hoes? Can't relate
I'm stepping with some balance
You hating out a hut, bitch, I'm riding
Heading to my mansion

Brodie took a Perc' and washed
It down with some Wockiеsha
You ain't gotta tell me you ain't
Broke 'causе I'm not either
I can't fuck with you 'cause you with them
They some cock eaters
Got her out her clothes then broke
Her back in a wifebeater

Poles, hoes, and blue strips
The whip like Erotic City
Needa take the chop up to Pink
This bitch got some titties
Bro equipped the mask
Robbing shit like it's Gotham City
Seven hunnid horses, stabbed the gas
I might pop a wheelie

Tucked away, hidden in the hills
The crib solar powered
I can't tell you 'bout yo bitch pussy
I get oral out her
So much Off White around this bitch
Think I be snorting powder
Walking out the club, I made it storm
You can't afford to shower

All I have to do is show some money
Took the morals out her
I cannot believe you cuffed this bitch
She got a whoring problem
Why the fuck you even hit the
Club? You can't afford a bottle
I don't think they really getting money
I ain't heard about 'em

Couple bitches swish but best believe
I'm finna score without 'em
Neiman Marcus bags, nigga, huh, hold on, huh
Neiman Marcus bags full as fuck
We jugged the store up out 'em
Pull up tryna wrestle? 223 knock
The Orton out him

Late night, off a three of red
I was snoring counting
If I would've had another line
I would've poured a thousand
European sneakers
German coupe with a foreign model
Summertime hotter than a fuck
Fill the torch with hollows

I don't squash shit
I forever need my lick back
Yeah, I heard yo song
Hate to say I heard some big cap
Heard yo mans broke, y'all a team
You 'posed to fix that
Thought this was yo bitch
I'm in her mouth just like a Tic Tac

Drac' tucked, Ye did the sneaks
I'm playing both sides
Max Payne, if I catch him out
I'm spraying both 9's fire to his head
Bet the choppa make him ghost ride
Pape' chasing rude fuck
I been the same since '09

Pretty bitch with me on the
Road always snapping selfies
Touchdown from Kansas City with it
Feel like Travis Kelce
Nike tech ninja in the store
Every tactic stealthy
Need a custom tee for these sneaks
I'm finna grab some Wealthy

Riding with it 'cause I learned it's
Better safe than being sorry
Only said that in case you ever
See me in a party
Bitch asked me do I really love
Her and I said hardly
Visas, all my money in a bank
Just like I'm Jeff Hardy

Whipped the twenty out
Left yo bitch with the googly eyes
Niggas know to hide they ho
They see me in the Gucci slides
Real life rapper
This bitch tryna get her coochie signed
Size twenty-eight Mike Amiris
Where the toolie hide

Ha, dummy
SBDSM, nigga, real ShittyBoyz shit
Dumbass nigga yeah, whole lotta Lab shit
Whole lotta gang shit, bitch
On that same shit, bitch
We don't lane switch, bitch yeah