you would’ve thought that these hoes was some diamonds the way my teeth shinning, straight flossin the cut

i was trynna get bro i had speed through the light **** dam near had crashed jumping curbs like it’s nun,,

cooking dope like it’s rice whip it till it lock up babylow need them bucks pull up in tunker trucks,

 this dark limo tint so you can’t see it’s us,,firework light it up choppa sick throwing up

on the block what u say trappin till the sun up, gotta watch wat i say cause the watchin ,,make that hoe scream and pray got my thumb in ha butt,,then im thumbing through bucks dirty bills count em updated

wokesha my cup purple stuff pour it up,,gotta tag on his toe trynna cross double dutch,,DOA pick em up ain’t no need for the rush,,cat piss in this wood no u can’t hit this blunt,,it’s a trunk in the front leather seats 2 of us,,pack a punch hit his ass from the ground uppercut ,,,10 mil hit his ass big ole bullets from us,,vvs a patek when i get that far up,,or i might just go plane i yellow gold like a bus,,so i let the pole buss cus my lyrics to tuff,,

choppa shells raining down got the news watching us,,telephone steady ringing im busy for bucks,,i could switch up the flow sounding like three of us,,smoking steaming the cut,,walk around like a zombie got dem feigning for stuff,,,im hit from the back got ha screaming and stuff,, with the pole on the dresser hella weed in my blunt,,,tell bro hit the back door you don’t knock at the front,,,i can’t speak in way **** feds in this junt,,i’m just tryna make paper and rap ain’t no front,,if i ever go broke imma make the trap jump

(BOOGIE)

Bands make her dance /I got bands in my pants

ARP /make em dance like he got ants in his pants

When I sleep I dream bout bands I need bands in advance

I ain’t beggin for no pussy bitch i need that on demand //

(Watch how I)Dunk in that pussy I’m scoring

I Pull up I v8 my engine it’s roaring

I’m up there /ouuta there feel like I’m soaring

I Prada my collar shirt this ain’t Ralph Lauren

I’m fresh as a tourist I ain’t even tourin

Babylow letting off Shots ain’t no warnings

I had to walk thru dat rain it was storming

Put tha bitch out she start getting annoyin

(Let’s go let’s go )

Ima break bread call me black Jesus

Ion fw snakes or da rats either

Yea Yk I need me a freak so if she don’t suck dick then I want da cat either

Even when it’s summer **** pack heaters

Chop sticks rock out /black Beatles

**** u ain’t never hopped in da car

I can’t even u call u back seater

Ion even play like that

If u switched on me **** stay like that

watchin my pockets n hoping i fall

Ion see how **** Hate like that

I be tryna get to da money

ion got time be in hoes face like that

standing on bizness / u wit im wit it

N im talkin bout straight like that

**** ain’t made like that

**** I’ll take yo pack

**** wanna talk bout what he gone do to me now he can’t take that back

When it was my time I took that like a man yea I Had to face them them facts

Now I get paid like that spent a quarter one day n i made that back