How you talking money with no racks out
Strap talk but nobodies been clapped down
You likkle idiots chatting in the background
I make your b**h give me head till i tap out
I'm the man now
But n'ggas know this already
I've got bad b**hes all on a n'gga
And i ain't even been on telly
All they heard is my dick long
And a n'gga can reach that belly
All they heard i got sick songs
And a n'ggas a mack like veli
So tell them f** boys they ain't on sh**
I call them n'ggas abortions
Cah they don't want sh**
You think i'm f**ing ga**ing
Well i ain't telling fibs
All my n'gga's slappers
They're some OG n'ggs
I'm the main man, flexing in my ray bans
I'm with straight fam cooling like there's 8 fans
Get yourself touched but i ain't talking 8 hands
The 44's moving louder than like 8 scrams
Me and your chick been speaking bro
She was moving single when i beat it yo
Now she loves her man that's why she tweeted, ho
But that b**h gave me head
About a week ago!
I had your chick face down with her a** up
I thought she had a new phone
The way she backed up
She said she loved me
But that chick just moving ga**ed up
I treat the p**y like its flex
She got it bashed up
Don't be going on that move
If you ain't masked up
Don't be flossing all them j**els
If you ain't wapped up
Before i call the young goons and get you wrapped up
Treat your j**els like a cam
And get it snapped up
I go hard n'gga
I'm a barse n'gga
If you ain't about this life, then go yard n'gga
Call your main man
Tell him i'm in charge n'gga
Rolling out with them shotta's
I don't leave the field for yard n'gga
I got your ex chick
Blowing on my bagpipe
True she know a n'gga
Flyer than your last flight
GB's to the left
I took the damn right
Free my sh** up in the bush
Jumped in the gyals right