AB mr perfect ain’t no ice cream on my face tho

Diamonds in my ear I keep that metal on my waist tho

I was taught to run after the money we don’t chase hoes

You Want a HP I need a thousand for these 8 Os

Hold up,

I feel like hammer let me do my dance

Transaction direct I serve it hand to hand

I ain’t never sent off and it didn’t land

Cuz Ion send off bitch I pull up on the man

AB plugged in, I got all my connect rights

Trol get behind me hit the blinker bust the next right

Drip sauce bitch know I’m flyer than a jet right?

I’ll feel like super man if wasn’t no kryptonite

I be feeling good off them drugs, get her super right

She be feeling good off them drugs pussy super tight

I be spitting super bars like I had a super mic

Super long Dick on my strap like a super Dike

-nah forreal I catch hella money out the wind

Prolly be up like 300 if I didn’t spend

I get money wit my brother that’s my money twin

Gettin money is my hobby, I don’t follow trends

I just focus on the bag, guess I’m bag driven

She be focus on the bad, guess she mad driven

Bitch get over it it’s sad but we gone live so live wit it

But it ain’t hard feelings want that dick can still get it

Baby sign your life over like a soldier in the army

God protect me in the battlefield so demons couldn’t harm me

I wear fukk **** repellent they could never get up on me

In the booth I’m dead serious, AB something like a Zombie, zombie, zombie, zombie ouuu

In the booth I’m dead serious like a zombie, yea I got a pistol keep it on me

Yea i do yea, yea i do, yea i do