Casino

Oh, and just like paper, he gon' fold And just like home, I get to the o's I make him float, just like a boat Designer my glasses, I can't even see I got two twin glocks, I ain't talkin' bout' DD I feel like John Cena, he can't even see me I pour up the wok, mix it with the ice I'm at a casino, I'm rollin' the dice You don-don-don-don-don Uh, uh, huh Gang, gang Gang, gang Gang bitch, I'm in the coup All of my niggas tote blicks I ain't talking bout "Beyblade", but I let it rip It's a walk down, run down, gimme that pole And just like paper, he gon' fold And just like home, I get to the o's I make him float, just like a boat Designer my glasses, I can't even see I got two twin glocks, I ain't talkin' bout' DD I feel like John Cena, he can't even see me I pour up the wok, mix it with the ice I'm at a casino, I'm rollin' the dice You don't wanna die, better talk to me nice We spinnin' his block, not once, but twice Give a fuck 'bout the tag, I don't care 'bout the price It's 2021, I'm in your device Run off with his shit, it just like Boonk Gang And you can get hit, it just like a freight train He wanna talk, we can get lethal with weapons I run to the loot and he comin' in second I'm in the trap, makin' flips, Jeff Hardy Bitch I get the bullets, they beatin' his body Bitch I get a white plug, his name Bobby He runnin' the game, he get sent to the lobby Oh he got a chain? Gimme that shit Bitch, I'm on the block, and I'm serving the bricks I don't got a gun, he get hit with a brick I got all these bands, so I don't give a shit Aye, I hop out the van cuz we tote blicks Bitch, I'm in the hood, and I'm hittin' this lick I shot up his car, then I dip like chips I hop out the bullets, they hittin' his fit I get to the green like celery He talking 'bout money, boy what is you telling me I hang with the killers and robbers He said he got guns? Well, my gun, it shoot farther Bitch I'm in the film with my niggas, they ballers And I'm in a wip with a nigga named Walter I'm servin' the bricks, bitch, I feel like a waiter The bullets, they chew him up just like a gator He talkin' that shit, bruh I swear he a hater I'm not a giver, boy, I'm a taker My diamonds they white, bitch, I'm feeling like paper And I get the heed, like coffee maker