He so brazy (I)
Okay
Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Got a nigga on the way and he call for a one-on-one (okay, okay)
Got a little birdie in the flat and I hope that the jakes don't come (okay)
I done gave nine K to K, came back with a-, oh, my God
Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by 21
I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (son)
Bag full of big, big Runtz (Runtz)
I'm eatin' her good, make her-, oh, my- (hahaha)
Might fuck around and swim to her (phew)
Molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on tongues
Got a whole lot of racks on me, got a whole lot of racks on me
Few milli' gonna fix your pain, gonna live your fantasy
Wanna suck the skin off me, wanna lick the tats off me
Pussy so good, wanna buy you a house, wanna move your family
She cannot see the bad in me, this weed creepin', it's attackin' me
In a speed Demon and I'm doin' 180 while she in my passenger seat
Go Goyard, tell her, "Make it in pink"
Right now, you're makin' me think
Turn on the bros, that's not the way, not the code
That's not the way that we live (okay, okay)
Got a nigga on the way and he call for a one-on-one (okay, okay)
Got a little birdie in the flat and I hope that the jakes don't come (okay)
I done gave nine K to K, came back with a-, oh, my God
Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by 21 (one, one)
I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (son)
Bag full of big, big Runtz (Runtzs)
I'm eatin' her good, make her-, oh, my- (hahaha)
Might fuck around and swim to her (phew)
Molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on tongues
Please don't ask in the hearse, if you know it kills you, won't make this worse, yeah
I'm on the road still, on the same curb, gotta make a swerve, yeah
I tell her, "What you prefer? Virgil or Birks? Let's make a purchase"
You can do Isabel, not Michael Kors, that shit's the worst, yeah
She wanna be the fur, she is the fur
I roll on Miami, I'm lettin' it burn
Newest edition, I came in a puff
Smoke from the tires, I'm lettin' it burn, bitch
I'm back in the Rollsy
Baby girl, nice and cozy
Red seats like a nosebleed
I'm just deepin' what you told me
I told my lady to order some racks, go get it on Glovo
I told my jeweller to pattern me ice, I'ma get it tomorrow
I told my nigga to pour me a four and it's straight out the bottle
I told my bitch, "It's a Urus, it ain't no Gallardo (okay, okay)
Got a nigga on the way and he call for a one-on-one (okay, okay)
Got a little birdie in the flat and I hope that the jakes don't come (okay)
I done gave nine K to K, came back with a-, oh, my God
Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by 21 (one, one)
I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son)
Bag full of big, big Runtz (Runtz)
I'm eatin' her good, make her-, oh, my- (hahaha)
Might fuck around and swim to her (phew)
Molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on, molly on tongues