Pharrell

[Verse]

(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)

Big bounce, on my cardio

Pumpin' gas, no narco

I be ridin' fast like Mario

Countin' up blue bands

Block hot, need some fuckin' fan

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, uh, yeah, trap, go get a bag, ayy

Yeah, foe'nem outside wavin' racks

Yeah, pull up on time, they droppin' flags

Yeah, if we one down, we bouncin' back

Yeah, she pull up to the trap to bounce it back

I pull up to the spot to count the cash

They come through the front, we out the back

This blunt I'm smokin' cost an ounce of crack

Yeah, I took three puffs, I damn near cried

Yeah, she asked me did I love her, I damn near lied

Yeah, it's somethin' 'bout some money, I damn near tried

Yeah, the stove on me, I damn near fire

Yeah, call the plug, jugg, then I fly

(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)

Yeah, call my bitch up, she down to fire

Told her I call 'em 155

Up in this plane, bitch, I'm really high

Yeah, up to Ha Ha Davis, they's finna die

Yeah, shawty gave me brain, it's just DeVry

Yeah, yeah, wave the sticks around like we tryna kill a fly

Yeah, the school I attended was Real Nigga High

Yeah, you can let me down, I'm still gon' be high

(JT, you a fool for this one, nigga)

Yeah, put the spikes on the road, I'm still gon' get by

I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky

Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye

Yeah, boy you know your jewelry buy one, get one free

Yeah, I might look like one, but I'm no fuckin' dummy

Ayy, yeah, can't make your hood dance like the girl off Honey

Yeah, they goddamn spark it, he thought it was funny

One down, finesse junkie

Yeah, uh

Now I got diamonds in my ear

Who that nigga is? I got no idea

Shh... if I kill (Glatt), they gon' know how I feel

One minute around me, you gon' know I'm real

Yeah, I had to run up that sack

They know it's in my hat, yeah

Hopped out the back of the 'Bach

Uh, go get your gat

We'll take that and your stacks

She love when I pull her tracks

Like son, I pull in the bank

No Facebook, I got status, yeah

Fresh like I got a stylist, backyard like an island

Fill the car by the gallon, baby built like a stallion

5-7 sing like Bryson, wrist sprung, had to ice it

Fresh on the plane, landin' in Bali, ayy, yeah

Smooth came with an alley, run it up, this been a rally

Call the rodeo, we skelly, chyeah, yeah

With the dope all in his skully

This Louis used to be a Pelle

This peanut butter uses jelly

Yeah, in a blue room like Belly

Man I got into it with my celly

All of this shit real deli

All the anti niggas need to end me

Ayy Remy, send 'em some panties

You a bitch, nasty, you shanty, yeah

Up the nina, nick nanny

Put a bullet up in your fanny

In a space suit like Sandy, yeah, glatt

Just take off like NASA

I'm a boss, feelin' like a pastor

I'm smokin' musk like I'm Elon, yeah

Light 'em up like neon

What the fuck these niggas be on?

This shit is me beyond

This shit is beyond me

Jumpin' like a bee on me

Cops used to be on me, yeah

Now I got 'em out my way

Now I'm seein' this money

'Member, used to make 500, yeah

Then I made a thousand

I'm seein' every dollar of my money

Everything you doin', I've done it, yeah

Used to go to school and do school

Big balls in that bitch's stomach

Opps used to be roughin'

We already knew they wasn't on nothin'

Gotta set it off, fuck runnin'

I used to walk around by myself

I'll hit you myself, lil' ass boy, I'm takin' my belt

Oh you wanna be a gangsta, need my help, ayy, yeah

Wanna be built, need my step

That's my youngin, throw up my set

Put them jeans ball in my head, yeah

Make the drummer ra-tat-tat

And throw temper tantrums like a brat

Bitch, I'm super up like a stat, yeah

Swing the K at 'em like a bat

Bitch, we rollin' like a frat

Bitch, we slidin' like a snow sled

Granny say boy, go 'head

Just don't touch her forehead

Louis on my forehead

Goin' in for the finger roll

And-1, Jimmy Buckets

Bitch say she a  Glo-head, yeah

She know I be on Rodeo

I catch the shit like Odell

Name rings like door bells, yeah

With my dawg, Taco Bells

Stood down like floor nails

I was in her DMs, for real

She like Pharrell, I'm like for real

You over there, baby, come here

The dope got me lookin' Chinese

With twins, I ain't talkin' Siamese

Number one like Kyrie

Face somethin' like an ID, yeah

They love, don't try me

Lil' nigga, come find me

My hand up, come find me, yeah

Send shells at your hiney

She got lips like Kylie

She sing on me like Miley, yeah

And I come and sing like Isley

Baby think she a hypebeast

And she say she like me

And she say she a Pisces

Juiced up like an ICEE