o.t. genasis
i could fuck your bitch
oh
she thick
i'm lit
i got all the hoes
pull up in a rove
now i got your ho
suicide the doors
jeweler got me gold
oh it's getting cold
damn
i'm looking fresh
diamonds in my
drank in my cup
i just got a check
pussy niggas slept
i don't wanna fuck
i just want the neck
timbs on my feet just to run the street
all my hoes fleek
chanel every cheek
damn she looking bad
where she get her bag?
who did her hair?
she got all the swag
jacking on my fit
her ex ain't shit
told her that i'm rich
took her to the ritz
fucking on your bitch
got this nigga sick
if he wanna trip
40 with a kick
nigga on me brave
racks on deck
i'm a run it up