(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Yeah
I blow the pole, like Jaden McDaniels
Lil' ass nigga you a Cocker Spaniel
Feds hit the spot, they ain't even find a granule
Rich ass nigga make 5 M's annual
??? I can't stand you
Had to cut her loose, she ain't meet my standards
Hatin' ass nigga get shot in your antlers
Hit the booty club, throwin' racks on dancers
Puttin' drip on, god damn I'm handsome
Really havin' dog shit, I'm scammin' out a mansion
Wanna get a plug? I can send you a pound
Lookin' at pounds through Carti Bifocals
No this ain't real, these some made up socials
Rule number 1, never let a nigga hoe you
Criss-cut stones, and the red stone, oval
Lambo, carbon fibre, with the Forgiato tires
I'ma send a blitz at niggas, damn I feel like Urban Meyer
Came from the streets that shit was painful
Runnin' through boxes, gotta ice my ankle
Hood certified, got stripes like a Bengal
Still strikin' bae, even though I'm famous
Lets go, Glock shoot tricks like Luke Kennard
Slangin' these pounds, I'm burnin' these cards
Havin' more sticks than the National Guard
Told my bitch, "bae go and shop"
Ballin' on nigga's, I globe-trot
50k when that card drop
Burner phones all in my spot
Hundred K spent on drip this month
Eatin' gold steaks, smoking organic blunts
Fuck twice, RIP if you cross me once
Po' ass nigga, I ain't givin' no fronts
Strong ass numbers and the buds come with it
Go and catch a play, lil nigga quit bitchin'
I can feel the money, cause my both hands itchin'
I'll catch a lick with the Glock, then ditch it
Hundred bags of terps, comin' in, I'ma get 'em all off
I'm too sexy for these dusty bitches, they takin' my drawls off
Twelve get behind me I'ma stand on the motor
Hold on tight, cause it might get totaled
Checkin' out fine shit, truth be told
Quarter ticket on me, nigga truth be told
Pull out a bundle it's makin' her wet
Countin' these racks is better than sex
Had a big M, I took that to the Net
Countin' these blues, I gotta invest
Baby lemme give you my phone number
We gon' fuck good when you come up
???
Catchin' these plays out a Range Rover
Yeah
I blow the pole, like Jaden McDaniels
Lil' ass nigga you a Cocker Spaniel
Feds hit the spot, they ain't even find a granule
Rich ass nigga make 5 M's annual
??? I can't stand you
Had to cut her loose, she ain't meet my standards
Hatin' ass nigga get shot in your antlers
Hit the booty club, throwin' racks on dancers
Puttin' drip on, god damn I'm handsome
Really havin' dog shit, I'm scammin' out a mansion
Wanna get a plug? I can send you a pound
Lookin' at pounds through Carti Bifocals
No this ain't real, these some made up socials
Rule number 1, never let a nigga hoe you
Criss-cut stones, and the red stone, oval
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