White colla
Rap trap
Bitch I do it all
Hoe dese is Maison Margielas
No rap bapp
N i ain't friendly
Ion need ya
Naw ain't nun of yet
Hope god b witcha if u try to snatch
I tell ya dat
Billion nino wit dis tech
Boy I'm gon split ya back
Niggas fishy huh
But we know wat to do with that
Throw dem pussy niggas
In the lake
Tony tiger tough now they ass grapes
Burning dope Cookies to da face
Medicate perc 30 pls
And I ain't lookin back nomo
Ion give a f*ck a bout a hoe
My ex my X cause ima a f*ckin hoe
But dats jus how dis life shit go
Imma big time spender
Yea yo hoe she kno me
Imma trickster I ah trick ya like boom
New identity
Road runner for them bands
I go wherever they b
Why he every bitch i f*ck
Swear dat they my new wifey
And every state I go
I swear I got least 2 thotties
Dey gotta watch they tone
I swear my hoes b having heated
But I ah turn the cheek
When they take me to sea world
Like luther king I had a dream
Imma make dese dineros
So i woke up inna morning
And I made me sum cheddar
I gotta get this shit together
20 checks in sweater
Gotta 20 piece put up
So well or whatever
But I need mo
Check the score
It's like dash Team Mayweather