[Intro] Yeah, turn it up in the headphones I need to hear that shit wap There it is Yeah
[Verse] I said fuego, coming with the flame like a Draco Make a broke nigga catch up, no tomatoes Le' go, build an infrastructure for my payroll No squares in my circles, save that for the Eggo's Hey hoe, take a trip down to San Diego You bust tricks, I flip cards for the peso Fabo, nigga geeked up in this bitch I'm a pretty ass nigga with a prettier dick Bitch hello, freeband's, all from Neiman's Leave the register, I'm doing the "I just got the receipt" dance You a kiddie pool and niggas been off the deep end And I'm unemployed everyday is the weekend I'm a Bay mobster, trend setter, wave monster Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered eight lobsters Brought a bitch with me and she called it a feast Bitch, I just really wanted something to eat Now she wanna give bomb nigga head like turban Suck me up like Kirby, bust a nut start swervin' Going ape shit nigga like a Saiyan with a tail She said "that's a nice coat," I said "bitch, this Chanel" Issa check, I ain't on a discount rack Your designer ugly, you should get your discount back Young scammer in the building, 'bout to start a religion If I tripped on my money, I would fall on my bitches Off top, if you a broke nigga you an opp If you a broke bitch you's a thot If you my ex bitch you's a bop You over-curious then you a cop You driving hella slow, you getting popped You like my bitch then we can swap 'Cause my bitch gon' wanna come home and yours not I share lots with niggas who share stocks Turn heads like Beyblades, nigga's spin top Aqua fist wrist watch, I'm scamming your friends pops The paint don't drip drop, Its matte like dreadlocks I'm dodging the wedlock and duckin' the fed watch I'd rhyme with bedrock but that's cliche Nigga, I'm in Morton's everyday with a filet Racing to the paper like a relay, then stay, out in Chile We lay over Gucci, all my paper looseleaf Trying to get money from a Hello or a Lucy A Tribe Called Scam, I just never knew Phife But my wrist look just like Bonita on ice And I need to get Head & Shoulders, these fuckin' po-lice Bruh, it was days I was eating just rice I might say less, but I always do the most About my green bread like avocado toast Can't forget the blue like my name was Steve I draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn't believe I'm a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can't breathe Pretty nigga so sharp, how I still ain't bleed? I'd done dodged the bitch out and she still ain't leave Guapdad, Scam Boy, but I need the cheese, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.