Who woulda thought that Kareem woulda died? I just wish he had that thing by his side
I always keep that
45 on my waist
You woulda thought that my jeans was that size
Uh-huh
All of this cash in these Robin jeans
Yeah
That be the reason I'm walking different
Uh
I just mixed Xan with the damn lean
Yeah
That be the reason I'm talking different
Yeah, yeah
B-b-bitches hop right on my dick when they see me
Uh
It's me and Trey at the loft in Ziti
Whoa
Don't give a fuck about niggas online
Yeah
A-a-all of you pussy-ass boys gotta see me
Yeah, yeah
Bustin' out sandals for Amber to Glamour
Uh
Shout out to Quis
Yeah, I did this for Mimi
Yeah
Shout out to Peppy
I did this for Samson
I did this for Shawty
I did this for Grandma
Whoa
Did this for Kay-Kay
I did this for Wookеy
Uh
If it's a problem, I'm holdin' this Uzi
I'm comin' with Uzi
Yeah
We sprayin' and shootin'
Yеah
It's time to make money
No time for a juji
Yeah
Uh
Time to buy houses and time to meet jewelers
Whoa
I told my aunt I'm so tired of the student
Whoa
When the fuck we gon' eat lobster and noodles?
She sucked my dick, and I taught that bitch too
What?
I am the bull
Bitches, they fall by the two
Bitch
Walkin' around with a noose
I got the 'Rari, no roof
Yeah
I was in the trap as a young nigga
Trap
Dirty-ass bitch
I ain't gon' kiss her
What?
Sippin' on lean, it's so bad for my liver
I'm fucking your bitch, I'ma flip her
F-f-fifty K, that's a Plain Jane
Walkin' around in Balmain
Kitchen, I'm whippin' a cane
Whip
Bitch, get head
I ain't playin' games
No
Young nigga made it out the trap house
Trap
If you got the papes, I'ma cash out
Ring
I got a bad bitch with a good mouth
Woo
I'm smashin' and kickin' your ho out
Yeah
Every bitch in my city tryna fuck me
Three months ago, I didn't care
Said I was weird 'cause I wear Balmains and they way too tight
I got dye in my hair
Speaking of hair, bitches be giving me head
Kinda remind me of lice
I'm taking your order
Give me two minutes
It come with a good fortune and box of rice
I grind like a bike
Take out the pans on the side
Take it off, use it as a silencer
I bet this
45 will silence ya
I like Ferrari
My brother, yeah, he like them challengers
Got so much money a month
I swear to God, my lifestyle just like a calendar
Damn that bitch, that's who I want
Oh, she ain't sucking the dick?
Then I'ma cancel her
No, don't talk to me, bitch
Don't tell me your problems
Fuck I look like, a school counselor?
I-I-I-I-I'm throwing money, bitch, but I'm no gambler
G-g-gambler
I am no gambler
She is a fan of me, but I am no fan of her
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey