Hard to Choose One

[Intro] Yeah, it's Pluto Pluto (Yeah, Freebandz), you dig, you dig Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (Yeah, 808 Mafia) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Motor in the back with the trunk in the front Smokin' on gas, three-five in a blunt Poppin' them tags, it's one of a one I got them chopsticks, ain't going to lunch Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb Two thousand just for the shoes I put on Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin' (Skrrt) Freestylin' while I got kush in my lung Crocodile Burberry, that's what I'm on (Brrt, brrt) Packed out the club, that's a quarter million (Brrt, brrt) High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (Fashion) If she get attached, then I'm goin' on the run (She get attached) Took the big batch and I can't feel my tongue (Took the big batch) Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one (Hundreds of baddies) Green light the shooters, it's already done (Brrt, brrt, brrt) [Verse 1] Green light the shooters, they already on you Take a few Addies, then go in a coma Takin' and rappin', them bales my diploma Drivin' my space coupe, goin' to Daytona Line 'round the corner like Ronald McDonald's Count on my llama, you call me Obama Whippin' that bird like the Number 1 Stunna Put on reserve, she come when I want her Hop in the vert, it go over two hundred She kept it real with her, shout outs to London I bought her Gucci, she bought me a chopper Money and sex is bringin' me problems But I'm at my best when I'm runnin' through models Look at your rings, you done dipped 'em in vodka Talkin' Emilio Pucci, I got 'em Came out the trap, a hood nigga role model [Chorus] Motor in the back with the trunk in the front Smokin' on gas, three-five in a blunt Poppin' them tags, it's one of a one I got them chopsticks, ain't going to lunch Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb Two thousand just for the shoes I put on Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin' (Skrrt) Freestylin' while I got kush in my lung Crocodile Burberry, that's what I'm on (Brrt, brrt) Packed out the club, that's a quarter million (Brrt, brrt) High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (Fashion) If she get attached, then I'm goin' on the run (She get attached) Took the big batch and I can't feel my tongue (Took the big batch) Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one (808 Mafia) Green light the shooters, it's already done (Brrt, brrt, brrt) [Verse 2] Crashed out on pills, but it's makin' me numb (Let's go) I paid the bill, you consider it done (Pay the bill) Trap in the field, made a mll' on my own (Trap in the field) Peel off the seal on that Hi-Tech for fun (Yeah) Cash out on diamonds, Italian, Milan (Cashin' out) One hundred bad bitches havin' fun (What's up?) Rollin' off X and I can't feel my arms Platinum ice on me, it's clearer than Pátron Money and power, it got me on meds Load up my rifle, I don't go to bed Coppin' a Viper gon' make them upset Fuckin' rich niggas gon' get you baguettes Pussy was leakin', I fucked on a jet We made a bond to never forget Cancel that ho, she tried fuck up my check Get in this Lambo', this not a Corvette (Skrrt, skrrt) [Chorus] Motor in the back with the trunk in the front Smokin' on gas, three-five in a blunt Poppin' them tags, it's one of a one I got them chopsticks, ain't going to lunch Came out the creek, had to drop off a ton Made it off the streets, I came up from a crumb Two thousand just for the shoes I put on Spin out and do a three-sixty for nothin' Freestylin' while I got kush in my lung Crocodile Burberry, that's what I'm on (Let's go) Packed out the club, that's a quarter million High-priced fashion, Italian, Milan (Brrt, brrt, brrt) If she get attached, then I'm goin' on the run Took the big batch and I can't feel my tongue Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one Green light the shooters, it's already done (Hundreds of bad bitches) [Outro] Brrt, brrt Hundreds of bad bitches Hundreds of bad bitches Hundreds of bad bitches Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one