[Produced by Thelonious Martin]
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[Verse 1]
These cats talking designer, little n***a, but I've been fly
Versace burger with the Ferragamo French fries
It's I, Gucci milk shake in a b**h face, such a rich taste
I'm moving straight past home and took it to fifth base
Where I pitch base
Make a fiend touch his heels with the back of his neck
Human origami, don't mind him, he off the Bobby
Give him five and he be begging for more
In my off, I smoke the weed by the shore
The water crashing in, sh** is ravishing
And compliment to the cumulus over pa**ing 'em
And take the freshest breath, sh** is picturesque
It make me think 'bout moms
Pull out my phone slide to unlock and I send a text
Love you en route to d**h
And since my phone out, might as well try to get at Steph
She got the nicest breasts, and the cutest tongue
I'm tryna to get acquainted
We k** time through crimes, her feelings manifested
And if you get arrested, I got the bail money
My mans is freebasing H, and it smell funny
k**ing my wave, I'm just tryna smoke my pot
And I try to tell 'em chill, but his noggin' like a rock
I'm on the block, Ralph Lauren to my socks
Javelin' jump in the drop, car read me the mission brief
As I'm breaking down this fifty piece
They making off with the coke and some stolen diamonds
On a pimped out ship to the Cayman Islands
Sailor man from the English basin
The indicator blip reveal location
Got my gun and my la**o , stash the blunt in my afro
Look in the mirror press my brows
Key in the ignition, lick my lips, and then we out
Tracker said we headed south
I dirt road it for a quicker route
Pulled off full speed, parallel to the vessel
Telescope embedded in the bezel
And who do I see, Gutierrez with his face in a Ki
So pissed, I almost totaled the V
Road quote on the sign, whiz right through it, left it at nine
Hit the nitrous because I'm running out of time
Tires screeching, took off in the smoke
Drive off of the cliff, land up to the boat
Flip out the whip for a crash landed
And took out nine cats bare handed
Retrieve the coke in a briefcase
With the diamonds held for keep safe
But I ain't finished yet, chase Gutierrez to the upper deck
Swing the la**o catch him by the neck
Hogtie 'em in the pretzlette
Piss on 'em for the disrespect
Kick him right in the f**ing chest
Then throw him overboard to his d**h
Like, uh
Throw him overboard to his d**h, now he's fish food
(Interlude)
[Verse 2]
Don't even write, I spit the message from the dude above
I need the Wi-Fi to do the d**
It's getting out of hand, save a hoe and get her out the jam
But let her know I couldn't be her man
Cause my life is wild, f** around, I might have a child
I lost my mind when I touched the ounce
But shot a dice abroad, Polo outfit to entice your broad
She s**ed my dick and now she living large
And I'm just being modest, look at my face, I'm such a humble guy
For thousand dollars worth of humble pie
I stuffed my face over a equestrian plate
It's only ten I ever made in the states
I got a set of eight
Spit the pie on the floor and tell the cleaning lady get the mop
And drop some more like "you missed a spot"
She know she need me so she keep quiet
Sleep in the basement and she keep crying
Hear it at night through the floor vent
She old and white, that's revenge for my foreman
Indentured servant, make it sound good
I'm in your hood with out-of-town goods
I mix the white with the brown goods
Up in the Bay it's called Belushi
I trade the d** for the couchie
And she looks good, her mouth don't got no open sores
I f** with Ki's, cause keys always open doors
I'm in the P's, the building with the pissy floors
It's Porter, n***a