I'ma drop
Stop
Running from the cops
I'ma roll another blizzy
I'ma pour another shot
It's a lot, but
Where the f** the roll without the rock?
Homie I ain't gon stop till a mothaf**a on top
Big dreams
Big money schemes
Want a big body benz
And a big body beam like
Nothing was the same
Just how nothing how it seem
I just want a big castle with a mad hot queen like
Nothing ever seem right
Only going down on that b**h if the clean wipe
So saline tight
Like I might wanna pull up on ya baby
The way ya hips are moving I admit it f**ing drives me crazy
So maybe
You'll hop up in my ride, close the cabin doors
Grab your a**, you ask for more
And I ain't even know how long it's lasting for
It's straight up in the f**ing morning past 4
Damn
Get the f** out my door
For sure
Money, Pain, Galore
Feel like I'm trapped in the figure 4
Leg lock
Nothing's helping but maybe the morgue
Nah
Nothing's helping so you know I'm staying high as a pilot
I'm in the sky and I'm flying
That's why my eyes stay dilated
Getting high on a dire basis
I'm f**ed
Kind of acquire a lot of maintenance
But f** it
I'm putting that on nobody
Noone dealing with my sh**
Parents looking at me, helping any way they can
And I'm so grateful for them
When I make it
I'ma take em courtside
Yeah some seats right across from the bench