whateva

I'm with 5Star STS

We the best shit

**** talking crazy hit him in his chest shit

(My **** Corn made this bitch ****)

Look

Ready for whatever, go to war with whoever bout this cheddar

**** know, right or wrong I'm doing better

Never leaving gang, we strapped up together like we on tether

Glock 48 ah put him on TV, this bitch a special

I can't complain on how I felt

Momma told me "baby you play them cards you was dealt ****"

I can never tell you how I felt, cause now I'm throwing the Gucci on the belt, but it's whatever ****

**** can't fuck with Ant, they know that

I'm sliding with 30 shots for my dawgs, shit they know that

My bitch gone be good for life, yeah my baby yeah she know that

Put 15 in this raptors jersey, bitch a throwback

Pop said let my nuts hang on these ****

Bad enough I dropped Buffs, plain jane on these ****

Look

Finna cop chain on these ****

VVS, finna meet Johnny Dang on these ****

Look

Tryna cop a plea? **** stop it

Cause when you did that hoe shit you wasn't thinking about me

Now a **** up and on my momma ima pop it

Now I'm blowing, all the snakes gotta watch me, I'm getting cocky ****

To really tell you bitches the truth

I only feel this good when I'm in the booth on my momma ****

Thinking bout winter the coupe, I need a mink

Hit up Saks, spend a bag, shoutout Donnis ****

Ready for whatever, go to war with whoever bout this cheddar

**** know, right or wrong I'm doing better

Never leaving gang, we strapped up together like we on tether

Glock 48 ah put him on TV, this bitch a special

I can't complain on how I felt

Momma told me "baby you play them cards you was dealt ****"

I can never tell you how I felt, cause now I'm throwing the Gucci on the belt, but it's whatever ****

I was raised to be a boss, **** don't talk how I talk

Sipping on this rich purified water, shit VOSS

I was raised to be a winner, Bossanova, chicken dinner

I don't want your lil groupie, after this I'm finna spin her ****

Chasing goals, not the hoes them bitches gotta wait

Cause I love Versace on the clothes, I run the pape

Grown lil ****, favorite food? Shit ribeye steak

Redbone for dessert, I'm bout to put my bestie on my plate

Know ima make it, I gotta stand on that

Cause the main money source not even the rap

Call me Dr. Suess I want them both, the cat and the hat

And I mix designer, Burberry plaid up on my cap

I done seen these **** cap, I don't fuck with em

Don't compare me with raps, man these **** know I'm tough with them

Monk & Tee the family, if it's up they know I buss with them

My old bitches fuck with bums, don't even wanna fuck with them

If it's up, I'll buss no doubt

He said he fucking with me, tell lil brodie watch his mouth

I know 800 blues, 80k is what I count

He can't buy you what? Here lil bitch it ain't no drought ****

5Star STS shit

We the best shit

Hit him in his chest shit

Alright

Boog

(Aye Corn this shit hot!)