Uh
F*ck these niggas
Yeah
You know what the f*ck we on
We all in
And ballin
We can't lose
We all in
Gold
Chains
Gold
Bottles
Real
Niggas
Not your
Role Models
Yeah
I got clout motherf*cker you's a
Buster
Somebody daughter getting chose tonight i might
Ha
I don't cuff her
She gon pucker
But I don't love her
I got gold chains on ain't slave owner
She was horny than a "humph" when she came over
I never went nowhere i'm feeling like i'm back bitch
A whole different drip, ain't get this shit from saks fifth
Boss nigga yeah a nigga made his own path
I got a bitch with long neck i got my own giraffe
Uh
You know you can't rap with the God
Use to trap with my nigga Nero he used to stay with the glock
Uh
F*ck it little bitch gon head say what you want
I'm damn near breaking my wrist
Cooking shit up, hear my cadence bitch
You don't want a fade little bitch
A plus if you grade this shit
I might just aid and assist
Kill you niggas and take this shit
Grew up under Bishop Don Juan
Build her up and then break a bitch
Uh
F*ck it
I'm a just talk my shit
Uh spent some racks in Hamada's then I went and bought some kicks
Uh four cars in four months and nigga I ain't saw them shits
Uh
I got them racks you can ask my old chicks
Uh
We all in
And got them bitches calling
The car is red and white
I nicknamed that shit target
I hit the bullseye I'm on fire
My flow arsine
I Ric Flair drip like Offset
I gotta beg ya pardon
We all in
And Balling
We can't lose
We got them bitches calling
Gold
Chains
Gold
Bottles
Real
Niggas
Not your
Role
Models
We all in
And Balling
We can't lose
We got them bitches calling
Gold
Chains
Gold
Bottles
Real
Niggas
Not your
Role
Models