(Damn, Wesley)
(ISD, you make the best beats)
Yeah
I make one call and my niggas on go
When she walk in the crib, I be taking her phone
She start eating my dick like a carnivore
I got racks, what I'ma argue for?
That's your girl, but she let me hit, she a fan
She know I got two Glocks, but I'm ridin' 'round with the FN, yeah
My life amazing and dangerous
I got legal money, used to trap out the basement
She wanna cuddle, I threw her a blanket
Everything I got, I earned it
Perc' got my stomach turning
Pouring that lean up, burping
I told you keep it a hundred with me
I just left Cali, I'm back on the East
I get so high off this motherfuckin' earth
Swear they don't bother me
She wanna get cleaned, wanna shower with me
I just got paid six racks for a feature, spent it all
I just spent it all on lean, they thought I was at the mall
I think I'm withdrawing, hand me that soda
Finna pour up a four
I got racks, what I'ma argue for?
I got racks, what I'ma argue for?
This my crib, not a B and B
On the third floor looking across at the beach
You can have what you want, but can't get everything
I'm still getting money whenever I sleep
I'm stabbin' that ho in the back, Elden Ring
The sky is the limit, it's not a biggie
Got this shit out the mud, boy, your feet was clean
They say they don't like me, but giving me streams
Spend money on drugs, but I don't buy weed
I ain't doing that shit
Run up a bag, caught a cramp on my leg
He tried to run off and got hit in the leg
I'm counting that money, make sure they all dead
I'm in that motherfuckin' Lamb'
Rollin' real hard since 11 a.m
It's been a while, I might link her again, yeah
I could've swore you was a nerd
But apparently he banging, damn
Make up your mind
I gotta go, baby, make up your mind
I was just sick, but now I feel fine
She got a camel toe, I'm tryna slide
I make one call and my niggas on go
When she walk in the crib, I be taking her phone
She start eating my dick like a carnivore
I got racks, what I'ma argue for?
That's your girl, but she let me hit, she a fan
That's your girl, but she a fan
I just dressed my new FN
Post at the door, you can let 'em in
You know Lil Rino a veteran
Let me know your insecurities
I don't need security
Glock 27 on my damn waist
All of my niggas, you know how they bleed
Make ten thousand while I'm brushing my teeth
The fuck is you wearing? You know I get fleek
I sit in the back of my spaceship and I get so high
With them guys
You know that I get fried and I get high, no lie
I'm coolin' with Suavio
In Emilio Pucci, though
She like shootin' the free throw
She so motherfuckin' easy, though
I'ma fuck and I leave the ho
His pole got repoed
I'm goin' beast mode
In the back of the 'Bach, smokin' tree, though
Huh, huh
Okay, listen guys
Rad, rad, he's rad
So like you
Yeah, hot, awesome
We s—, um, scroned
That means you messed up
Like, you scroned
They're suked
That's like when you party