I hit the mall gucci, Louie, Fendi
I just buy it all
Shout out to my shooter he retarded he ain’t got it all
Must be drunk bet you had you too much of that alcohol
John wall b**h i shoot but i dont play no basketball
Coulda shoulda woulda, but you didn't
Double G my Gucci shirt is linen
I put Forgiatos on a Bentley
Windows tinted they can't see who in it
I ain't been broke in a minute
They ain't sold dope in a minute
Back in the day i sold plenty
Cause minimum wage wasn't gon get it
We gang bang n***a rep yo set wtf you claim
Thick b**h tattoo on her a** yea that be my name
Talk sh** imma get you changed for a piece of change
Walking lick silence on the stick you won't hear a thing
Sold dope from my granma house cause imma hustler
You might get a discount if you a customer
Yea i think you's a rat n***a, you hang with bustas
This b**h say she in love w me but i dont trust her
I pulled up im in a tesla the color mustard
You police you trynna cuff her im trynna f** her
She calling me I blocked her number im tryna duck her
Leave n***as with the sh**ty face i make em suffer
Got racks up in the pillow case and under the covers
You in a turtle race i got a quicker pace im getting bigger cake
Bigger cake up on my dinner plate what should i eat today
Aim at yo head crack it like a egg you think its easter day
I just bought my shooter rugers
f** her send her in a uber
Imma winner yous a loser f** the teacher and a tutor
The feds watch my stash house i gotta watch how I maneuver
You make me bring my mask out you think that i was freddie kreuger
They find you with yo a** out now you smelling like manure
I picked up my shell casings dump them b**hes in the sewer
We Shot up the family reunion b**h we some party poopers
I f**ed her and sold her a dream i think im Martin Luther
You f**ed up think you can f** with me you got me f**ed up like rosa feet kicked up sitting on the back of my tour bus
When i left the strip club i pulled out doing donuts
Ride forgious and velanos while your car on donuts
n***as sneak dissing and dont even know us
You say you bout it you gon have to show us
Run off with yo money like janky promoters
My car is my baby i roll like a stroller
And we pop your top like some strawberry soda
These bankrolls on me be so big i can't fold em
And we empty Glocks double back and reload em
I ran out of coke, so that soap what i sold em
Its so many grams in these blunts i can't roll em
Got so many bricks on them boats i can't float em
These pistols got bodies but we still gon tote em
Won't aim at yo body them caskets we close em