(Blue Moon)
This sh** my destiny
Been out and I dress in Drais
An hour with the back and forth
Made a mortgage from housing beats
The devil, you bother me
Got a chopper I never squeeze
No Wahala, I play for keeps
And my drama baratata at your feet
But back to that rapper sh**
That backpack, not that trapper sh**
I'm addicted to fashion and b**hes 'bout action
And Visvim and moccasins
You tripping, I got the sh**
You tripping, I got the sh**
I spend it and spend it and spend it and spend it
I make this sh** back on my publishing
Check out my publishing
All the n***as who with me don't love a b**h
All the n***as who with me don't love a hoe
Kind of clumsy, I might let that Baretta go
Man I'm Lunch'n, I just them edibles
Now my head is spinng, where that antidote
b**h I'm trying to mold you cause you'r man a hoe
Now this sh** jump'n like Manigault
Think about it, who been alive?
They fronting on the product
Kept it real when I got my deal
In the field and I'm feeling proper
n***as say I don't got it
I just say I don't get 'em
I'm a giant that play with jets
You guessed, I'm a dome splitter
Sent up some lil n***as
Ain't back down from no n***as
Since I was in the county
Y'all was giving dick to all the quarter b**hes
Put on that for the city
Record sh** for the city
Finessing, finessing, finessing, finessing
Don't tell me they drawing, you got a minute?
f** is my publishing?
All the n***as who with me don't love a b**h
All the n***as who with me don't love a hoe
Kind of clumsy, I might let that Baretta go
And I'm lunch'n, I just ate them edibls
Now my head is spinng, where that antidote
b**h I'm trying to mold you cause your man a hoe
Now I got this sh** jumping like Manigault