White T-Shirt

Pull up to the spot like Lorenzo Fertitta My girl ain't really Spanish but she still my Gordita Take my mask off like my name is Rip Hamilton Write my own bars like I was the star of Hamilton Call me Lin Manuel man y'all can go to hell man They lookin' for my soul but I will never sell man Finishing these lobs you would think I was the Mailman Thought you was a lion but I am the gazelle man I'm just moving too quick, you just looking foolish Got some homies with me and they out here looking ghoulish Just wait 'til I drop And I'm steady making bops Got a girl with DD's And she in a crop top White T-shirt Like Steve Kerr Call up Jahlil, told him make the beat work Baby mama cute And she chubby too Told her grab the booty shorts, make the cheeks work Yeah this cost a lot Yeah this cost a guap So illumanti and you're so illumi-not Man I'm out here catching bodies while you're out here catching flops Man you're feeding at the bottom while I'm out here getting top Said your chain was real then we found out it's a prop You said your girl was wifey then we found out she a thot You tryna flip the script but you don't even got a plot You tryna make the league but you don't got a jump shot They ask me what I make a year I just say a lot They ask me who I fear so I tell them only God I'm just living proof that cream rises to the top But all that really means is that I want it more than not Let the bass hit Hit the basement Why the haters get mad when they could embrace it I ain't going nowhere and it's time that you just faced it Swear you made your mark but I came in and erased it This one for the people who just wanna see me fail I already got your coffin and this song is the nail Remember when I had no money shopping at Goodwill Now I call up Louis V and tell 'em clear out all the shelves White T-shirt Like Steve Kerr Call up Jahlil, told him make the beat work Baby mama cute And she chubby too Told her grab the booty shorts, make the cheeks work Walk around with nothing but my chain and my socks on Man she really love it with my chain and my socks on Posted in the desert like a mother (mother) cactus Hunger Games with me and they all know I'm Katniss Fly her to Miami just to see her thong bikini No one sits on the fence with me, Mr. Feeny The way I'm out here got these other rappers feeling teeny Call up John Cena cuz you can never see me I'm a weirdo, call me Yankovic Kim Possible, call and tell me what's the sitch If I don't got your contact then I don't pick up Call your whole team tell 'em that the jig's up