Lemonade (feat. Lil Duke)

Can't turn down 'cause we lit

I got pointers on both my of my wrists (Pointers)

Got a hundred K in jewelry, ****, you can't tell me shit (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, my Slime bought me all of this and I ain't cappin' 'bout shit (Gang)

My bank account, that's a cool quarter (Slatt)

(Run that back, Turbo)

Your bitch suck my dick on the toilet

Took off so fast, they gon' say how I did it (Took off, took off)

Now I'm in Cali', gettin' geeked off the wave

Used to trap on the trap, now I trap on lyrics

They got Coronas, the Slime gon' cure it (They got coronas cases, slatt)

Roll down the window, you runnin' like Ricky

I rode a private jet, don't need a ticket

Run through them racks and I handle my business (Run through them racks)

She not my kind, I'll be gone in a minute (Gone in a minute)

I done got rich, I can't eat in no Denny's (Eat at no Denny's)

I ran it up, came a long way from pennies

YSL, slimy, I'm ridin' with the realest

I made a cool quarter mil' off a sentence

Pushin' that weight, this ain't no LA Fitness

I rock Elliot diamonds, this shit ain't no gimmick

Shades yellow, so I call her "Simply Lemonade" (I call her, simply)

YSL, ****, we gettin' paid (Slatt)

50 Cent, mon', yeah, the cent is made (Cent)

Duke and strippers party, got hoes in the pent (Hell yeah)

I'm gonna throw ones in the ceilin', bae

Back-to-back, Turbo, I'm ridin' with Turbo in the 'Vette (Slime)

In the back, that got the engine, bae

Can't turn down 'cause we lit (Turn down)

I got pointers on both my of my wrists (Sheesh)

Got a hundred K in jewelry (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

****, you can't tell me shit (Shit)

And my Slime bought me all of this (Litty)

And I ain't cappin' 'bout shit (No cap)

My bank account, that's a cool quarter (A quarter)

Your bitch suck my dick on the toilet

I'm fresh and I'm not feelin' pointed (Sheesh)

Our .223's just like a joint (.223)

New Lambo', just watch for the punch (Boom)

My neck and my ears cost a ton (I swear)

It's Yak Gotti, that's a lil' runt (Ya dig)

Put that on, she smokin' on Runtz

Baby gon' suck this dick and eat cunt (Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig, ya dig, ya dig)

We gonna slime, Slimes R Us

Took off so fast, they gon' say how I did it (Say how, yeah, yeah, yeah, took off)

Now I'm in Cali', gettin' geeked off the wave

Used to trap on the trap, now I trap on the lyrics (Ooh)

They got Coronas, the Slime gon' cure it (Coronas, slatt)

Roll down the window, you runnin' like Ricky

I rode a private jet, don't need a ticket

Run through them racks and I handle my business

She not my kind, I'll be gone in a minute

I done got rich, I can't eat in no Denny's

I ran it up, came a long way from pennies

YSL, slimy, I'm ridin' with the realest

I made a cool quarter mil' off a sentence

Pushin' that weight, this ain't no LA Fitness

I rock Elliot diamonds, this shit ain't no gimmick

I gotta make the decision

Poppin' these Percocets, she got me trippin'

Rockin' that Christian 'cause this my religion

Can't answer my phone, I got too many bitches (Brr, brr)

Then get the money, I'm chasin' the ticket

Too many thotties, they geekin' off whippin'

Came out the fame, they knowin' my name (Name)

I don't catch feelings, but I'm catchin' planes

He think I'm average, but we not the same

I came from the mud, look how far I done came

Been through it all, I done felt all the pain

Real from the start and that's why I can't change

I'm in that new machine, look like a creature

They gotta pay me if they want a feature (Feature)

I'm a real boss, I can't hang with no leeches

**** start hatin', they got left in the bleachers, then I

Took off so fast, they gon' say how I did it (Say how, yeah, yeah, yeah, took off)

Now I'm in Cali', gettin' geeked off the wave

Used to trap on the trap, now I trap on lyrics (Trap on lyrics)

They got Coronas, the Slime gon' cure it (They got corona cases, slatt)

Roll down the window, you runnin' like Ricky

I rode a private jet, don't need a ticket

Run through them racks and I handle my business

She not my kind, I'll be gone in a minute

I done got rich, I can't eat in no Denny's

I ran it up, came a long way from pennies

YSL, slimy, I'm ridin' with the realest

I made a cool quarter mil' off a sentence

Pushin' that weight, this ain't no LA Fitness

I rock Elliot diamonds, this shit ain't no gimmick