24 (feat. Lil Baby)

Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy RIP Kobe Bryant, RIP 24 I can make a cool 50K in less than 24-hours Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers I'm thumbin' through it, I'on need no counter I had to resuscitate a bih', my neck almost drowned her I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower Burnin' on pre-roll, finna go to Pluto Drippin' real hard when I'm hoppin' out two-door I just met a psychedelic plug named Hugo 30 laptops in my motherfuckin' condo White collar got a nigga ballin' like Lonzo These niggas overrated like Joe Flacco Feelin' like Jim Jones, nigga, I'm a capo I'ma flip the road route, feelin' like Pop Smoke Banana cream cake in my motherfuckin' headwrap If I'on like the smell then the pack get sent back If I don't like his energy, I push a nigga shit back Megan had us all listenin' to Bagg, big facts Megan has us all listenin' to stream, big facts All that slick talkin' finna get a nigga kidnapped Just in, gotta FN, finna go and lift-off I'ma empty out the magazine when I'm pissed off I'm on that Wedding Pie, it got me geeked My bitch hit it twice and then she went to sleep I drop bud on the clock with the perfect technique I'ma hit it from the rear, I wan' grab her obliques I ain't got time in the day for my females be mad at me Internet racks, I'ma run it up rapidly She know I'm vicious, I'm fuckin' her savagely She know I get racks, she know my mentality Grew up in the trap watching Kobe yam on a nigga Pull up in the Porsche, yeah, the Pan' on a nigga Yeah, pull in a dodge, yeah, the Ram on a nigga Anybody try, yeah, I'ma blam on niggas I'm the head bad guy, 50 different grid lines Turn a lacefront to a fire, fire hairline I was over drippin', I should start my own clothing line Got two jits, dawg, I'll die for both of mine I ain't never satisfied 'til my money increase Fucked up the profile, too many inquiries They be low-key hatin', I can hear 'em whispering All these baguette chains, you can see 'em glimmering Had to make a U-turn, I just seen a roadblock I ain't playin' no games, I ain't sparin no opp It's a full moon now, so I'm burnin' moonrock Livin' off schemes, why is he on tip-top? Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy RIP Kobe Bryant, RIP 24 I can make a cool 50K in less than 24-hours Ridin' with the pack through the Tennessee mountains VPN, SOCKS, and at least three routers I'm thumbin' through it, I'on need no counter Had to resuscitate a bih', my neck almost drowned her I got oil, I got hemp, I got wax, I got flower A1 Zone 4, I'm feelin' like Rocko Big, big spender, take a jet to Morocco I got pretty women showin' titties like I'm Flacko I came in a hard top, I'm still in the drop, though I can make the charts drop whenever I wan' drop somethin' I can give my big bro a dime, he'll pop somethin' These niggas not real slime, they imposter I know that my opps somewhere, now I'm now playin' possum I come from a different type of cloth, we 'on't gossip Pussy nigga actin' like it's up, we'll chop him She diggin' the rocks in my ear, I'm a rockstar Come from out the trenches, gettin' paid like a popstar I be sellin' weed by the P like a Rasta Who was in the car? Only me and a chopper I can make they heart stop if I decide to pop up I can make a million every month and don't drop none I found out a way to make a thousand-dollar profit, uh Pilot say it's smellin' like weed in the cockpit I done made a quarter this week in Huaraches Top model with me tryna feed me hibachi I done got too much to lose, I'm cautious I done ran it up, I got 16 watches Which one I'ma drive? I got 16 options Hoppin' out 30 clip, bangin' 4 Pockets Burnin' on Lilikoi, ashes look corduroy RIP Kobe Bryant, RIP 24