balenci and dickies

on that motherfucker

ayy

i'm a real dope boy i might mix up the dickies with gucci and fendi

my kicks

they balenci

and g-star my jeans just to hold up the glizzy

my choppa bad bitch

i might buy her some titties

and i fuck with bloods if i ain't red like

and i fuck with crips

they got hustle like nipsey

and that blicky

you won't catch me slippin'

don't tempt me 'cause i really up and get busy

ride with extensions

got 30s and 50s

too many shots to be missin'

bitch

we the young niggas turnt in this city

i hit a bitch with a quickie

skrrt off and i'm leavin'

i leave the ho then she text me she miss me

alright

when the ho eat the jimmy

she know not to kiss me

she swallow that cream like she eatin' at krispy

ayy

percocet 30

this bih got me itchin'

these rappers be actors like they was on disney

i'm thumbin' through commas

blue hunnids

pink fifties

my jewelry per-summer

i'm flyin'

i'm crippin'

rock givenchy and fendi and louis and gucci

i'm gangsta and bougie

rock balencis with dickies

choosy like susie

your bitch wanna do me

can't make love to a groupie

i bust me a quickie

might fuck up the city with pounds of the keisha like brandy

moesha

my trap fat like nicki

big run wanna a

i'm servin' that smoke

when i come to the gas

kick your grass like i'm stanley

hellcats and maybachs

we drive 'em like camrys

my diamonds canary

my wrist band named jerry

i'm shinin'

you see me

might blind you like stevie

put diamond vvs in my tooth like a fairy

beat the pussy like springer

she callin' me jerry

keep a yellow-bone diva look like halle berry

she look like a singer

she totin' my nina

she holdin' my fire

mariah

she carry

slide by opp block with the mop

i'ma clean it

i don't do the drive-by

park the car

hop out

whatchu really talkin' 'bout? pop trunk

grab the pump

call me dj unk

i'll walk a nigga out

ayy

i'm a real dope boy i might mix up the dickies with gucci and fendi

my kicks

they balenci

and g-star my jeans just to hold up the glizzy

my choppa bad bitch

i might buy her some titties

and i fuck with bloods if i ain't red like

and i fuck with crips

they got hustle like nipsey

and that blicky

you won't catch me slippin'

don't tempt me 'cause i really up and get busy

ride with extensions

got 30s and 50s

too many shots to be missin'

bitch

we the young niggas turnt in this city

i hit a bitch with a quickie

skrrt off and i'm leavin'

i leave the ho then she text me she miss me

alright

when the ho eat the jimmy

she know not to kiss me

she swallow that cream like she eatin' at krispy