Dr. Martin

[Chorus]

Stars in a coupe, I got a Patek on my wrist

I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since

I shoulda started in a ranch, cause I been dressing round this bitch

All the vibes with me like it's Spelman, I'm professor in this bitch

Yeah, 1942, It got her lose, Saint Laurent stones and prada shoe

Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh

Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup

Dollar sign for anything she do

Heavy drinking, cousin need a deuce

Block 30 sweep it with the broom

Dr Martin's walking on the moon

[Verse 1]

And they Rick, I could never go [?]

Run it up, then I upgrade my bezel

They hate in the street, gotta keep heavy mеtal

Bumblebee head cake, yеah, black and yellow

Hood Baby, he teaching these niggas to ball

Spaceship, yeah, I don't know where to land

Yeah, I'm too tired don't know where to fall

Down on my dick, and didn't nobody call

I gotta talk to em to work on the go

Boy, it's still fuck you and long live the pope

I had to manifest, money got low

Way that I pop you, you wouldn't know I was broke

Thotty got it, took them hoes to the land

I'mma get tucked in this bitch every chance

Niggas don't like me, cause most of them fans (Top Chef)

I'm a big brother so watch me play with bands

She just want link with her boyfriend (Type shit)

I just want link with my girlfriend

She gave me head in a Cullinan

Double [?]

I fixed up my teeth with some pearl (Pope Livin')

I live this shit for a purpose (Pope Livin')

Harmin' me, get you burned (Pope Livin')

Lotta millions [?]

[Chorus]

Stars in a coupe, I got a Patek on my wrist (Top Chef)

I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since

I shoulda started in a ranch, cause I been dressing round this bitch

All the vibes with me like it's Spelman, I'm professor in this bitch

Yeah, 1942, It got her lose, Saint Laurent stones and Prada shoe

Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh

Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup (Type shit)

Dollar sign for anything she do

Heavy drinking, cousin need a deuce

Block 30 sweep it with the broom

Dr Martin's walking on the moon

[Verse 2]

Stick gon' fit and I'm walking

Yak in the cell, poppin' beans like in Boston

I'm tryna win I took too many losses

R.I.P Virgil, Off-White when I'm golfin'

I swim in that water jump out like a dolphin

My mama raised kings, I'm one of them bosses

This shit independent, didn't come with an offer

Yeah, for the millions, only way I'm talking (Hood Baby)

I knew these niggas gon' tell (Top chef)

I can't even look at them, they know they fell

How the fuck y'all tryna sit down a player?

Just know Lil' Jeff gon' be a beast outta jail

L.A. My bible on stones (Free Thugger)

In Skyami, we don't talk on no phones (And Yak)

And Houston shit got on no throne (Hood Baby)

In New York we got pokes and [?]

Till a hundred years we're headed home

These bitches know what it is

These niggas know what we on

My money long like the Jones (Styling)

60k on my neck, yeah, my brother on ice (Long live Pope)

One thing I know for sure, he proud, I'm living my life

[Chorus]

Stars in a coupe, I got a Patek on my wrist

I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since

I shoulda started in a ranch, cause I been dressing round this bitch

All the vibes with me like it's Spelman, I'm professor in this bitch

Yeah, 1942, It got her lose, Saint Laurent stones and Prada shoe

Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh (Type shit)

Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup (Type shit)

Dollar sign for anything she do

Heavy drinking, cousin need a deuce

Block 30 sweep it with the broom (Yeah)

Dr Martin's walking on the moon