Everything I own in a box to the left I don't mean no Beyonce jams But I roll me a jay and pop me a Z to the death I ain't talking Beyonce's man
That bitch said put a ring on it, she sings on it Kinda like Beyonce fams, but I ain't drop no singles lately Because I'm too deep, messing with the single ladies
I got dreams of a jet black Chrysler, inside colours of a red back spider Start of 2018 with a 5 stack, get it heavy, get it 10 racks higher
I feel like the shit, Ronaldo brother, I'm real like Madrid Get Messi like Lionel, spin on your vinyl Wax, I cut facts I'm DJ Khaled, I'm the best
Steve Waugh in the slips, still Shane Warne with a bitch Still raw with the spit, still spin words on a pitch Still hit verses for 6, try catch this
Bust raps with a recipe like Crusty Crab The stars under the rock like Patrick And the bar straight over your head So I spit this olympic flow, it's gymnastic
Your bars like the lips and tits of Kim, Kylie and Kris Legit, they all plastic Said he raps good, but he rap shit Brother looking like an MC Catfish
Can't be stopped, can't be dropped Roy Jones, I'm the carbon copy Hard to stop, the juggernaut packs a punch The kill streaks, run around like a Nazi zombie
Do you feel me man? You don't know 'bout the shit that I go through Drop bars, like a spirit bomb It's a numbers game like Sudoku
But I still got the dragon balls Rap be raw, like a sushi train this ain't tofu Nah, I don't get mad at all Bag the ball at my side chicks house that I go to
Sesh for an hour, sesh at her place, then sex in the shower She's off her face from sessions of powder Still got a face, like Jessica Alba
Life's good, when you fuck good, I bet only my reals one know that Bad bitch with a king kong joint rolled, I bet only my real ones smoke that
Life's good, when you fuck good, I bet only my reals one know that Bad bitch with a king kong joint rolled, I bet only my real ones smoke that
Still get money bust flows, still get money fuck hoes Still stay wide and around, with the zip in the back seat Still get money, puff smoke Switch flows, ay
Best with the homes Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone All I really need is one take one breath I hit it with one spray, we fresh as cologne
All of my homies act like they don't know me They're phoney, so I'm never checking my phone All of my homies act like they don't know me They're phoney, it's better they left me alone
I'm blowing up like land mine Damn girl, giving me the dutch right now ECB to the 420 Body Bag Media, where the cones right now?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
