mi casa su casa

ayy

let me hear that ho

jeff

go

yeah

ah

alright

bro

hold on

i'm runnin' up racks

yeah

yeah

i broke my ankle

i'm runnin' the racks

most of these niggas be bitches

that's fact

i don't even trap

on the floor shootin' craps

we gon' walk down with that uzi and clap

yeah

i spent some racks on the team

i really spend racks

nigga

check the receipt

i'm finna nut in her mouth

she gon' drink it like tea

niggas gon' die any day if you

thinking 'bout all my niggas

i don't go to sleep

yeah

i been breaking your ho

she spend money on me

i got some niggas that's locked up

ain't taking no plea

i had to balenciaga my feet

she like my diamonds

she wet

i had to get to that bag in a jet

i don't wear nike's but i got a check

fuck all that talking

hop out with that tec

if i ever say somethin' i'ma keep it direct

double-s g

i take no disrespect

i got that water all over my neck

i'ma call up your daughter and slaughter he next

i fuck her good

she buy me a patek

i had to switch it up

throw on baguettes

on percocets so i fuck around wreck

we in the trap with the plan

put on prada

when i was broke they ain't lend me a dollar

start bustin' down models

i don't even drink but i buy all the bottles

i put the dick in her mouth

make her swallow

go to the with some new gucci goggles

i'm on that bullshit

just landed in chicago

rich nigga shit

spent the lot on some tacos

no handcuffs but i got ferragamo

dick down your bitch in givenchy pajamas

i feel like future

i fuck up the commas

and plus my bank account got lots of commas

call up lil' bro 'cause we trap out the casa

i'm with my brothers

mi casa su casa

i get that pack

beat it up like a boxer

i got your bitch tryna grab like a lobster