Fucc The Algorithm

Yeah

Lets get right to it

Walk em' down

We sip champagne inside Dior

That's why my bitches love me

I don't back and forth with ****

Who can't up no money

I can tell the way you living

Cause' yo kids are bummy (yeah)

All I gotta do is rap

My **** hit shit for me

Who am I?

Nudy Fly with a cutie pie

I heard **** snatching chains out here

Just know if he do he die

My bitch wanna fuck in the back of the Maybach

But she super shy

My bitch fell in love first time we linked up

You can't fake the vibe

Only time will tell

**** know you fake

Why would I think your diamonds real?

My **** blow the bank

Still wake up with their pockets filled

I signed my deal and that same night

I still had blocks for sale

Skizzy work the scale

Fucc the algorithm

I take you to the trap right now

And show the pounds we getting

I take you to my hood right now

And show you I'm official

Try that tough shit if you want

And get put in a spittle

**** not gon' diss you

I'm the Lemon Man

Sour not that typa' ****

You could say you better than

Hated on by many men

Still split it 50 with the gang

That's just who I am

Cullinan filled up with some bad bitches doing boomerangs

Tell me who the man (who the man?)

LV on the buckle

Belt to ass Skizzy Pootie Tang

I'm in love with life

When I step out I gotta do my dance

Diamonds on my fingers

See it sparkle when I move my hands

You ain't never bought a gun

When **** needed weapons

You ain't never gram for gram

With your best friend

One time I ran off on the plug

I was desperate

Skizzy double tap that tare button

With my left hand