Used to treat my mattress like the ATM Bond number 9 that's my favorite scent Can't forget the kush I'm talking OG Rest in peace to pop he was an OG Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe All he ever want to do was ball That was the easy part We playing that Weezy hard We sit in the kitchen late We tryna to make an escape Trying to make me a mil So I'mma keep me a plate I told 'em shawty can leave So I'mma keep me a rake So I'mma keep me a Wraith My jewelry look like a lake Today I'm in the Maybach And that car came with some drapes You know I look like a safe I put you back in your place I look you right in your face Sing to your bitch like I'm Drake
Good drank, big knots Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops She said the molly give her thizz face Put the dick in her rib cage Whips out Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Take your babies no Harambe Play with keys like Doc Dre 3K like André Need a girl call her, come through
Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk Oh you in a slump I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant What is your point, square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat I'm swervin' but I'm in back of the back I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq I'm servin' I pay a bird for that He nervous I ain't got no word for that He heard and want all of his purses back He mixing the seal with the percocets She perfect and she got perky breast I just want some of that turkey neck Trapper of the year I'm from Boulder Crest You snitch of the year 'cause you told the best
Good drank, big knots Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks Drop top, no hot box 12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops She said the molly give her thizz face Put the dick in her rib cage Whips out Kunta Kinte Diamonds clear like Bombay Take your babies no Harambe Play with keys like Doc Dre 3K like Andre Need a girl call her, come through
Aye Mike Dean This shit hard as fuck bruh You a living legend I appreciate that Aye Guwop I'm glad you home cuz Quavo, you already know man You got next on these niggas double salute man True shit 2 Chainz Hair Weave Killer Daniel Son Necklace Don Chapo Jr
Writer/s: Mike Dean, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delantic Davis, Tauheed Epps
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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