Gemini

Bitches, rappers, rappers, bitches Way y'all talkin' on Twitter Lil' boy, I can't tell the difference Purple herb in my Swisher Yeah, lil' Aahj is my witness Pull up, engine so vicious That seven digits the mission, listen 60 FPS, these other rappers movin' slo-mo I was broke as shit and now I'm drippin' in some Polo I don't pay for promo I stay on the low-low I'm the kid who run the game, call it Miyamoto Bitch, I'm Heaven-sent, this is just my genesis Marble floor my residence, pocket full of presidents My money so thick that I cannot fold the shit Talkin' all that shit on Twitter, lil' bitch, kindly hold my dick Yeah, I'm gettin' to the bag, watch me double park the whip My lil' shawty break it down roll it up and spark the shit You gon' respect me as a lyricist I ain't just a haircut I ain't just a face tat I'm sendin' shots at everyone Keep all that designer, I rock Polo and Tommy Rollin' up my marijuana while she give me the sloppy And all you trash ass SoundCloud rappers, I surpassed you Pull up in the Aston, I'm blowin' past you You might see me do the dash, blowin' gas out the sunroof Lil' bitch, I'm so great, I can't relate to not a one of you Can't nobody keep me down or hold me from nothin' If I want it, I'ma get it, man, it ain't no discussion As of lately, I been tryna write a rap with some substance I was sick and tired of tryna be somebody I wasn't And I ain't in this for a check, I do this shit 'cause I love it You know I won't stop at nothin' I take that feeling and trust it, yeah How you rock designer, but you look like a clown? How I pull up to your city and I shut the shit down? I'm gettin' paper, I just copped a Mercedes, I'll catch you later Step up out the scraper, ballin' like a Laker in some purple Bapestas Ooh, I think I'm feelin' myself Shawty dice that pineapple that replenish my health Bitch it's lit, find me with my clique Smokin' out a zip Guy Fieri with the sauce, Paul Walker with the whip, bitch I hate flexin' but I can't help it Droptop burnt out on the pavement Dope rolled, in some Polo Let the champagne flow, throwin' C-notes, yeah Backwoods rolled, vacay for the weekend Couple girls gettin' high in the deep end You want to, you should come through Got the champagne flutes and the orange juice, yeah-yeah