of course we ghetto flowers
lil uzi vert
walk around christian loubs
diamonds all on my sneaks
you a broke boy got bad luck
you know his girlfriend stalk on me
drop the mic and don't walk to me
pull up in that shit lil' bitch
had a lil' bitch from down south
put that shit all in her mouth
eatin' on veggies and salmon
no i'm not eatin' no trout
heard you gon' bring them cops out
really you ain't gon' pop out
gettin' money that's why they hate on me
still on that paper route
ass so fat called timeout
and i got rick on my feet
and i put that on big b's
i got yo' hoe on the team
runnin' them laps just like a meet
hunnid bands on the goyard
and i got goons in my yard
we can rock out like guitars
hoe i got lean i got bars
hoe i got lean i got bars
hoe i fuck her 'cause i'm hard
she fuck with me i go hard
hoe i'm on lean i'm on stars
lookin' at stars like i made it far
told her come fuck with some bosses
invited that bitch to my loft
the sauce i been drippin'
the sauce i been drippin'
i'm not trustin' these bitches
i don't fuck with these snitches
how come i'm all in her mentions
and my rollie three dimensional
bitches dangerous like mystikal
twin choppers they identical
poppin' percys like the minerals
fuck you my hand on my genitals
when on the stage i got adrenaline
bout' to flex up on my enemies
i don't need negative energy
these niggas not who they pretend to be