Monkey D. Luffy

Paid the whole bill, your bitch said you the split it type Poor-ass lil' boy Yeah Huh Paid the whole bill, your bitch said you the split it type Demons all around me, prayer'd up, I ain't living right Unky got some bully off the leash, had to hit it twice Darrelle Revis, pick you off you try and pick a fight Nice guy, you really can't tell cause my mug mean Chain water, diamonds dancing, gleaming off the sun beams Talking 'bout you sipping mud, where, dude? Your cup clean I been getting money since before my phone was touchscreen Star player, boy, I hope the haters got the front seat Monkey D. Luffy, I'm in my duffy off of One Piece Shout out to that BIN, fire six, all my dumps heat Heard doggy undercover, 21 Jump Street Flying 'round with sticks, like a witch, shit get wicked quick Get the head, then like a chip, bitch, I'm finna dip Twenty-eight Amiris, tryna get the dog shit to fit Laying in the ditch, face split, that's what snitches get Double cup, deuce of Wocky, nah, this ain't Biggby's coffee Unky got a kennel in the kitchen, it's 'bout fifty doggies Touchdown, call ocky, tell him get them giffies off me Nike Tech vet, I done ran through like sixty joggers Southpaw, hit the self scan, jabbing with my right Sending bitches in, like, "You gotta jam it, then you swipe" Worth a mill' ticket when I'm standin' by a mic Why you talkin' 'bout some money? Never had it in your life Man, don't be mad at me That's a personal problem Fix that shit ASAP Phew Hey Multi-colored diamonds in the chain, this bitch tie dye Talking 'bout he made a ten ball, you want a high five? Walking through the function, all the bitches got the side eye V12, push the pedal once, you see me fly by Amiri sneaks with the skeleton, I look like Dry Bones Rap star, made my first five off an iPhone Thirty ball, quick turn around, ain't have to drive long Frozone, slide down, buffs and my ice on Blue wide body, doggy thought he seen the state troopers 'Til we hopped out, Glocks out, I'm with face shooters I been talking huge shit since a grade schooler State to state cracking cards, never been a 'caine mover I was down bad, but ma dukes made a table turner Bitch, we on top like the stove and we came with burners Hit your bitch, I'm in her walls like a cable worker Heard doggy song, he should've named it the greatest purper Bitch, shoes Dior, jeans RtA Slide this way, boy, I hope you got an army tank Paid a few months of your rent on these Carti frames Riding 'round with a doll, yeah, a Barbie thing Hustle lacking, you will never touch the court again Made a play today, that just means I got some more to spend You gon' beat your bitch ass you find out we more than friends In the fast lane, burning rubber, headed towards the M Ayy, ShittyBoyz