Cullinan

Pack still comin' in

Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan

Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'

Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'

I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust

Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush

If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss

Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

When you hustle all the time, there's no such thing as clockin' in

If my homie miss the first time, he spin the block again

Thought I'm Jadakiss and Styles P, the way I'm lockin' in

Told her, "Throw 'way that Balenciaga, we can't rock with them"

And a thousand horsepower only thing I'm hoppin' in

You can't hop up on this Pete Davidson, you not Kim

Rappers dissin' me and hopin' that they gon' be hot for ten

If I put you in the scope, you ain't gon' ever pop again

Never hit my bitch, just knock that pussy out the bedframe

Paintin' on the wall, that came from Wes Lang

Only court they catch me in is courtside at the Nets game

Came from nothing, but I want everything

Pack still comin' in

Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan

Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'

Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'

I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust

Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush

If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss

Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Ayy

Got them packs comin' in and out, we took the paper route

Had a shootout at my hood and I barely made it out

All in, just me and my kin, stolo, flip the van

Make you dizzy how I spin again, then I spin again

Sorry grandma, I sinned again, how could I pretend?

Rollin' over in your grave 'bout the way that I came in

I was on demon time 'fore that **** clocked in

Would've thought I was a janitor, I snuck the mop in

Said I couldn't bring my chopper, so I snuck the Glock in

Snow bunnies in the drop top, I told her, "Hop in"

Porn stars, on that bullshit like Dennis Rodman

I be countin' all my numbers, you don't want them problems

Pack still comin' in

Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan

Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'

Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'

I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust

Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush

If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss

Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us