Consignment

[Produced by AraabMUZIK]

[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]

I'm payin' lawyers, never bought a Wraith

I’m burnin' cookies for this morning bake

I filled that sneaker box, I bought a safe

I felt them bullets on my daughter face

I coulda died so I ordered steak

I was gettin' head, thinkin' damn I could be dead

A .40 and a foreign, least two bitches in my bed

That casket gotta come, I only fear the feds

Them conversations recorded, please be careful what you said

Just be making sure that baby straight

Friends with them dope fiends

Cuz got a pill problem, chasin' Perks with codeine

His family ain’t answerin' jail calls, let that phone ring

Quarter mil was overkill, I hit him with that whole thing

Know I gotta go, it’s a question where they send me

She say she never did this but that Fendi make her friendly

Hit the kitchen with that Whitney, get to butchin’ like I’m Benny

I whip it the hard way, won’t short me for a penny

I show you what this pain like, Xan pill, plane flight

That bitch playin' bourgie, she be fuckin' you the same night