Went from a Rolex to an AP They said I skipped Patek Philippe I got on cuban link chokers It's like diamonds when a nigga breathe Interrogated, I don't know nothin' My charges are controlled substances Pull up, Hellcat, I still be tryin' to talk to God I run with aliens, can't wait to buy 'em Audemars Outfit ten thousand, dog, I'm lookin' like I'm swipin' cards Lambo, tinted Rolls-Royce, rented Backpack, Fendi Hundred thousand in it I'm hurt, but winnin' Yeah, yeah, I'm hurt, but winnin When she get high like candles, she just blow me, and I put her out In the hills, reminiscin' 'bout the shit that I can't forget about Had to find my way in, a nigga rock Louis Vuitton A nigga go through a lot, I'm still surprisеd that we holdin' on Load up them Glocks, and we go hunt for thеm niggas Now his shirt look like ketchup Go down, you try to check us Walkin' with my chest up, yeah Ride through my hood, I made it out here first I see the J's through my lens, it hurt Me and L, we was just like Wayne and Turk Like me and L just like Wayne and Turk

Ima play my cards right I'm talking taro I'm a fucking king bitch I'm talking pharaoh I will never fold bitch no origami All these bitches love me that's why they swarm me Ima play my cards right I'm talking taro I'm a fucking king bitch I'm talking pharaoh I will never fold bitch no origami All these bitches love me that's why they swarm me All these bitches love me that's why the swarm me all these niggas lames b I keep 40 bitch that is a warning don't run up on me choppa get ta shooting I get ta scoring all these bitches hoes yea there whoring yea bitch I'm going up you see me soaring yea bitch I got them racks I like the bank yeaaa yeaaa Bitch I'm big bank hank I might break the bank yeayea sharper than a shank yea yea yea I can switch up like no lane yea yea yea ooops did I say a lane bitch I mean a lame yeayea an I server them lines that a blow ya mind Yea yea ohh finna bust these rhymes I won't waste no time plz don't hit my line bitch I'm tired of the lies ima hit decline grinding ll on my grind really on my grind Bend her break her spin hit her from behind ima make her mine Ima make her mineee ima make her mineeee

Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Was it the dress I was wearing? Or getting lost going home? Was it the summer stars shining? Or the laughter we shared? Was it the dress I was wearing? Or getting lost going home? Was it the summer stars shining? Or the laughter we shared? Was it the dress I was wearing? Or getting lost going home? Was it the dress I was wearing? Or getting lost going home? Like love now arriving In the palm of my hand Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Was it the summer stars shining? Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Boy he was fine Boy he was fine