Uh
It's, it's that ratchet shit, uh
And that gang shit
DJ Victorious with me in the buildin'
I'm a bad boy like an old Piston
Move around in Mo-Town like a Detroit Piston
Marble floors in the bathroom, that's how I'm pissing
Turn the bedroom into my closet, not to mention
First grade, bitch was juking on me, got detention
Who knew I was gonna be a rapper? I've been hittin' some bitches
Millions was on my wishlist, I got tired of eating fishsticks
I ain't gotta do shit for nobody, I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm rich, bitch
"Is you sucking some dick?"
Alright, I'm finna book the Ritz then
After I'm finished I'm finna spin
Bitch, you ain't finna get hit again
Bitch, ain't it the weekend? (Ain't it the weekend?)
Gon' and hit the club with your friends, why you in here tweaking?
I'm 'bout to hop in the car with my mans, I'm goin' back in here reekin'
Fuck around, gon' hit this lil' other bitch, I'm goin' back in here stinkin'
I thought this bitch gon' have me busting, I ain't even 'posed to be blinkin'
Bitch wanna come up there, I be like fuck it, I don't really even be thinking
Smokin' KK, Sherm, and Gelato, got my eyes chinky (Got my eyes chinky)
I just don't eat swine, bitch, I am not a vegan (Not a fuckin' vegan)
I look like a star, boy, I am not the Weeknd (I ain't the Weeknd)
And I don't got no heart, boy, I am not a deacon
I'm like bow, bow
I'm like, I'm like bow, bow
I'm like bow, I'm like bow
I'm like bow, bow, bow
I'm like bow
All my chains like blaow
Bitch, my chains like blaow
Two hundred thou', make you look like, "Wow"
Reaching out like, bow bow bow
I'm like, I'm like blaow
I'm like blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, blaow
Nigga run, we hit your back
You know lil foenem into that
Hooded up, they in the black
Hop out either side, I'm in the back
Beamed up, I'm in the 'Raq
In the alley, I'ma sneak up like a cat
You only got one life, remember that (Remember that)
Leave a nigga body froze, oh, it ain't December yet
I paid sixteen hundred for a pole, this the kimberjack
And I got a Kel-Tec, got a baby MAC
Got a rifle, that bitch too big, wish I could take it back
And I don't even wanna keep it in the house like that
'Cause I don't even be in the house like that
Plus I ain't even gon' set up my spouse like that
She got some lil' shit she can cock back
I'm like bow, bow
I'm like, I'm like bow, bow
I'm like bow, I'm like bow
I'm like bow, bow, bow
I'm like bow
All my chains like blaow
Bitch, my chains like blaow
Two hundred thou', make you look like, "Wow"
Reaching out like, bow bow bow
I'm like, I'm like blaow
I'm like blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, blaow, blaow
I'm like blaow, I'm like blaow
Blaow, blaow
Nigga, blaow
That's the goddamn, the signal
Signal to the, signal to the
You know, we done blaowed some shit
You know this shit blaow, blah-blaow-blaow, gang shit
You feel me?
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