Lyrics

Leanin' on the cane like a 'caine in the drug game (what?) I'm like Big Daddy Kane I been gettin' off that soft white long before shorties was rockin' Off-White (way before that) Water color ice, I call it Walter White (nice) Walk with me like a dog might (mm) I got 44 bulldogs, you ain't got a dog in the fight So many Cartis, whore thought I was cross-eyed (psh) You're better off just lettin' sleeping dogs lie (haha) Thought he was on that lye, what he tweakin' off? Doggie, that's more than a chiba high Every bitch wearin' cheetah ain't a cheater And you ain't a boss 'til you take a loss, that's a lost leader Picked off your leader blood, I heard he lost a liter (bah, bah, bah) Then tossed the Nina out the Porsche two-seater (bah, bah) Shit different, they just in it for clout (for clout) A nigga lit now, can't just be givin' dick out (uh-uh) Know the in and outs, they want dinner, we get 'em In-N-Out New shorty want a child, but I'm only interested in her mouth (only the throat) It's always the ones you love fuckin' the most, stuntin' your growth Can't get comfortable enough to unbutton your coat (no) They go from straight-up hoes to fake woke I'm no datin' coach, I don't fly on the plane in coach Uh, y'all don't know me (y'all don't know me) Might pull out the coyote in Wyoming Supply the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames) Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh) Just know I'm not puttin' mileage on my Brionis (not a minute) I'm with the drama conflict, diamonds inside the Rollie The Bible won't be the only thing holy I peeled my face off, it revealed the same face (uh) My demise always a day late (uh-huh) Classic battle like eagle vs. snake (classic) Dragon vs. leopard (uh, classic) Cannons blasting out the Lexus with the left hand Made 'em flip like Suni Lee Slice tuna with the Hanzō, threw olive oil on the shit (come here, come here, eat) Told the bitch, "Mangia, they don't got this at the diner" (nope) For 40 lifetimes, I remember (uh) I've arrived the second day of December (whoo!) With "The Wind Cries Mary" played by Jimi on the Fender Safari snorkel on the white defender Enter water easy, let the engine breathe (chill out, y'all) Should I let it slide? (Nah), or choke you to sleep using the geese sleeve Until you make feces? (Fuck is goin' on right now?) Then I dance off the scene like Chris Breezy (ooh) Yeah, yeah (he's on fire) Uh, yeah, uh (he's on fire) I'm 'bout to have a night like 'Kiss at the Garden (yes, I am) We rockin' Timbs, no Doc Martens (80 points) Doctor Baklava, I beg your pardon (50 rebounds) Nowadays (30 assists), your boy lookin' like a motherfuckin' Stegosaurus Yeah, it's me
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Ariyan Arslani, Rahkeim C Meyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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