Boww

Uh It's, it's that ratchet shit, uh And that gang shit DJ Victorious with me in the buildin' I'm a bad boy like an old Piston Move around in Mo-Town like a Detroit Piston Marble floors in the bathroom, that's how I'm pissing Turn the bedroom into my closet, not to mention First grade, bitch was juking on me, got detention Who knew I was gonna be a rapper? I've been hittin' some bitches Millions was on my wishlist, I got tired of eating fishsticks I ain't gotta do shit for nobody, I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm rich, bitch "Is you sucking some dick?" Alright, I'm finna book the Ritz then After I'm finished I'm finna spin Bitch, you ain't finna get hit again Bitch, ain't it the weekend? (Ain't it the weekend?) Gon' and hit the club with your friends, why you in here tweaking? I'm 'bout to hop in the car with my mans, I'm goin' back in here reekin' Fuck around, gon' hit this lil' other bitch, I'm goin' back in here stinkin' I thought this bitch gon' have me busting, I ain't even 'posed to be blinkin' Bitch wanna come up there, I be like fuck it, I don't really even be thinking Smokin' KK, Sherm, and Gelato, got my eyes chinky (Got my eyes chinky) I just don't eat swine, bitch, I am not a vegan (Not a fuckin' vegan) I look like a star, boy, I am not the Weeknd (I ain't the Weeknd) And I don't got no heart, boy, I am not a deacon I'm like bow, bow I'm like, I'm like bow, bow I'm like bow, I'm like bow I'm like bow, bow, bow I'm like bow All my chains like blaow Bitch, my chains like blaow Two hundred thou', make you look like, "Wow" Reaching out like, bow bow bow I'm like, I'm like blaow I'm like blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, blaow Nigga run, we hit your back You know lil foenem into that Hooded up, they in the black Hop out either side, I'm in the back Beamed up, I'm in the 'Raq In the alley, I'ma sneak up like a cat You only got one life, remember that (Remember that) Leave a nigga body froze, oh, it ain't December yet I paid sixteen hundred for a pole, this the kimberjack And I got a Kel-Tec, got a baby MAC Got a rifle, that bitch too big, wish I could take it back And I don't even wanna keep it in the house like that 'Cause I don't even be in the house like that Plus I ain't even gon' set up my spouse like that She got some lil' shit she can cock back I'm like bow, bow I'm like, I'm like bow, bow I'm like bow, I'm like bow I'm like bow, bow, bow I'm like bow All my chains like blaow Bitch, my chains like blaow Two hundred thou', make you look like, "Wow" Reaching out like, bow bow bow I'm like, I'm like blaow I'm like blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow Blaow, blaow Nigga, blaow That's the goddamn, the signal Signal to the, signal to the You know, we done blaowed some shit You know this shit blaow, blah-blaow-blaow, gang shit You feel me?