fendi seats

machine

bitch

i kill movements

i will snap

promise you

scrap

i will lose it

strapped with this big ass mac

i will use it

pop him

then pop him again

he still movin'

niggas got all these fantasies about coke sales

ok

my nigga

whatever make ya boat sail

but me

i don't speak about the shit i don't sell

i'm a se g

i don't ride coattails

all it take is a phone call made

four goons

four k's

get ya porch sprayed

i'm just tryna see my name on a forbes page

my new shit sound like something the lord made

a fuck nigga can't shake my hand

and it's fuck any nigga if he snaked my man

you dickride when you see me

you straight my fan

i will slap you like a bitch till i break my hand

my nigga

mad resi on my digi

squares with the stamp in the middle

they smellin' pissy

nigga in the hood talkin' all crazy

i'm like who is he?"