Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don't I?
And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?
I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?
I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda
I got to buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?
And she got that little WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
At the stove makin' Rice-A-Roni
I don't take your advice you can show me
Had to put some privacy trees around the villa 'cause I know the neighbors too nosey
Turn twеnty-three then I poured up a eight in my soda 'causе I miss Kobe
Can't depend on you niggas I move like I'm Jigga, I get the Bs on my lonely
That internet trash, you a chatty pat
On a golf course, but I ain't got no caddy
I like when the head screwed I don't straight
I make sure you gon' eat with your own plate
Niggas talkin' that tough on the long shot
I told my lil' ***** how to take care of a nigga
I like when she text, "what you on, bae?"
A lot of these niggas talk shit but they ain't 'bout it
I ain't Lil Baby but I get four pockets full
Roddy pullin' up in the drop with the Woos
I want my ***** to have money like Oprah
You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her
Starter kit came with an outer space rover
She like the trap, goin' trap, goin' trap
So I flew her out and back to California
Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don't I?
And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?
I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?
I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda
I got to buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?
And she got that little WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
Gunna
Real geek'll turn your ***** to a stoner
We real P's, that's why your ***** pulled up on us
Don't fall with circles, we can never condone that
Ain't a ho but I came up off a corner
We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna
We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers
[?] pretty toes, welcome to the Young Gunna
***** hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna
My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
Keep ice on my neck and my wrist like it's frozen
The doc tryna get the shit out my colon
This shit startin' to sound like a hit, don't it?
**** all that cap, Gunna don't say some shit that won't, make you go turn up your clique, don't it?
All the time, I'm making sense, don't I?
I go buying with a fit, don't I?
I had [?] to this shit, don't I?
I'm inspired by the glist' of the wrist,
You'd do the same if you rich, don't I?
Sixty K for the bracelet,
Spent over three million with Elliot, no lie
Every state and every city sold out
Pick a target I'ma hit it, don't I?
Draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don't I?
And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?
I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?
I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda
I got to buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?
And she got that little WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma
This shit startingto sound like a hit, don't it?
Starter kit came with an outer space Rover
Car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her