Convertible

[Intro: OODareDevil] Clibbo Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, this the end [Chorus: OODareDevil] Yeah, yeah, let's go Cash in my pocket, it's glued to me (Uh) Look at at my pocket, no [?] (Uh) These niggas rap more than [?] (Uh) Spin on his block like it's fun to me (Ooh) Black bitch, fatter than snow bunny (Ooh) Fast car, whiplash, Maserati (Uh) Fuck, I just bought my lil' bitch a new body Beat out the pack, Whitney Bobby Fuck it, I might drop them racks on a Masi' Pull up on a bitch, sloppy toppy Fuckin' on niggas hoes, that ain't nun' new to me Beat up the block, eat it up like it's food to me All of you niggas serpents, stay away from me I been thuggin' too long, fuckin' caught me a felony Shoot up his block, ain't no cryin', no sympathy Choppa gon' sing, violin, ain't no symphony I'ma send bullets back if you tryna beef with me Look at the lick, fuck, God meant good to mе Bitch after bitch and they tryna get rid of mе Most of these niggas, they owe me like 50B If a nigga owe, I let off a 50 G's AK with a drum, I knock off his shoulder To a hundred, huh? Bitch, ain't no foldin' me Havin' that grass for the low, ain't no clover leaf Four of the Wock, I ain't sippin' no Hennessy Ain't noone spin on this block, are you kiddin' me? Gave her a dose of that dick, shit a dopamine Beat up that pussy, don't want you, lil' petty bitch Cash in my pockets, got big racks, fat as shit UPS, USPS, we don't FedEx shit, go (Go, let's go) [Verse: Yeat] Hmm, I'm a businessman, I have myself (Have myself) Don't know how to sing, but I know how you feel How much the belt, the one that's made by Chanel? (Double C) Don't let me work for you, 'cause I'm gonna take all your clientele (Mhm-hmm, yeah) And I know that'll end up well And I know that you goin' out sad, I can tell What's a vertebrae? I got a whip, it's convertible (Skrrt) Now I'm drivin' your bitch, she a squirtable Booted up off the drugs, it feel wonderful Got a whole lotta cash, I got plentyful How the fuck y'all pussies geek up on Benadryl? Run to the cash like a muhfuckin' treadmill I'm higher up, I can show you my pedestal I ate up this beat just like it's a Lunchable Live how I want, I don't go by no schedule I been geeked up for no reason I'm on the sun and I told 'em it's freezin' I got some money, some hoes [?] Got a new car, it don't even got keys in I switch up my sauce like a muhfuckin' seasoning I was so high, I can't even believe it Yes, I got some questions, I know that I'm leavin' She givin' me toppy, I know that I need it My wrist got a watch, yeah, I know that it's leakin' My bitch got a pussy that I like to sleep in You aski me so much how I know that you tweakin' I seen it was comin', I got a lil' beacon Fucked up everyday, yeah, you know the feeling I had to go up 'cause I'm out of the deep end Why should I go up? I got whole lotta reasons Coupe got brown litter like a Reese's I'm breakin' the molly in little pieces I'm not lyin' when I say that I'm geekin' I'm not lyin' when I say that I'm speakin' (Yeah) I wasn't lyin' when I said the car ain't no keys in it, there's a reason (Skrrt) [Interlude: OODareDevil] Yeah, I'ma just speak to you (Speak to you) I'ma just speak to you (I'ma just speak to you) I'ma just speak to you (Just speak to you) I do what I want, you do what you can (I do what I want, you do what you can) Yeah, yeah, yeah ([?], but I don't care) 'Cause I got (Uh) Fendi on me and Fendi on mink (Now I'm like) [Chorus: OODareDevil] Yeah, yeah, let's go Cash in my pocket, it's glued to me (Uh) Look at at my pocket, no [?] (Uh) These niggas rap more than [?] (Uh) Spin on his block like it's fun to me (Ooh) Black bitch, fatter than snow bunny (Ooh) Fast car, whiplash, Maserati (Uh) Fuck, I just bought my lil' bitch a new body Beat out the pack, Whitney Bobby Fuck it, I might drop them racks on a Masi' Pull up on a bitch, sloppy toppy Fuckin' on niggas hoes, that ain't nun' new to me Beat up the block, eat it up like it's food to me All of you niggas serpents, stay away from me I been thuggin' too long, fuckin' caught me a felony Shoot up his block, ain't no cryin', no sympathy Choppa gon' sing, violin, ain't no symphony I'ma send bullets back if you tryna beef with me Look at the lick, fuck, God meant good to me Bitch after bitch and they tryna get rid of me Most of these niggas, they owe me like 50B If a nigga owe, I let off a 50 G's AK with a drum, I knock off his shoulder To a hundred, huh? Bitch, ain't no foldin' me Havin' that grass for the low, ain't no clover leaf Four of the Wock, I ain't sippin' no Hennessy Ain't noone spin on this block, are you kiddin' me? Gave her a dose of that dick, shit a dopamine Beat up that pussy, don't want you, lil' petty bitch Cash in my pockets, got big racks, fat as shit UPS [?], we don't FedEx shit, go (Go, let's go)