Walther P38
Look
Escobar of the bar
Whip it up nice no heavy cream and no lard
Oh Lord! I traded my innocence for these benjamins
Tennis bracelets for my women friends
And a tinted 6
Altered Beast, I'm the genesis
God got me
Said I'm hard body when I'm pen this shit
I don't cross with squares like Pendeltons
I think it's sweet 'cuz they only smell the cinnamon
Now they know it's the bitterest dose
I'm with ya girl, you not around
I'm a gentleman ghost
First class, on that ass
You in the middle in coach
I know the game, know the players
Guess I'm willing to coach
Shawty said that she willin' to ho'
She know I'm gon' blow
Called her man up with that rigmarole
I'm more Shade 45, but my clique will Revolt
I got control of the game
Plus the feeling's remote
You know how it is, you know how it go
Huey, Dewey, Louie got my ducks in a row
Can't fuck with you hoes, it's funny
Y'all clowned, said niggas was weak
Stole my blueprint, and now niggas wanna be me
I ain't mad, I ain't sucking my teeth
My pockets on fleece
She ex'd her man out 'cuz he was fuckin' with D
See, now she out fuckin' with C
400 Degrees
I drop the top down, I'll give 'em somethin' to see
My gold chain sittin' comfortably...
Salvatore's the only thing that's touchin' me...
Maserati sled colored Mustard Seed...
I'm nothing like you suckers, B...
True to myself
Accruing my wealth
Y'all can be with that loud shit
I'm cool with stealth
Except my weed pack
I relapsed, I'm token with Phelps
I want the coupe, I blow the whistle
It just came with the bells
All my shooters like Jigen, catch 'em slangin' them shells
The fourth Lupin
Destiny, I'm the loot god
I kill a few squads
On any beat I rebuke on nigga
Pray to me, get pew on nigga
No half-stepping, this is nuanced nigga
Don't get hype now, pipe down
Ya mood off nigga
Don't make me wave katanas
Have me cool off niggas
What kind of king am I to rule all niggas?
I'm black panthers when I pull off triggers
The room rouge, I'm at the Moulin nigga
You between rocks and hard places
Move on nigga
I'm tap dancing with shoes on nigga
But it ain't stepped on nigga
Declare war, now get ya weapons nigga
Apple Watch band with the mesh on nigga
I pop out, kill the the scene, get ya rest on nigga
Wolfram built like Telfon nigga...
Escobar of the bar
Whip it up nice no heavy cream and no lard
Oh Lord! I traded my innocence for these benjamins
Tennis bracelets for my women friends
And a tinted 6
Altered Beast, I'm the genesis
God got me
Said I'm hard body when I'm pen this shit
I don't cross with squares like Pendeltons
I think it's sweet 'cuz they only smell the cinnamon
Now they know it's the bitterest dose
I'm with ya girl, you not around
I'm a gentleman ghost
First class, on that ass
You in the middle in coach
I know the game, know the players
Guess I'm willing to coach
Shawty said that she willin' to ho'
She know I'm gon' blow
Called her man up with that rigmarole
I'm more Shade 45, but my clique will Revolt
I got control of the game
Plus the feeling's remote
You know how it is, you know how it go
Huey, Dewey, Louie got my ducks in a row
Can't fuck with you hoes, it's funny
Y'all clowned, said niggas was weak
Stole my blueprint, and now niggas wanna be me
I ain't mad, I ain't sucking my teeth
My pockets on fleece
She ex'd her man out 'cuz he was fuckin' with D
See, now she out fuckin' with C
400 Degrees
I drop the top down, I'll give 'em somethin' to see
My gold chain sittin' comfortably...
Salvatore's the only thing that's touchin' me...
Maserati sled colored Mustard Seed...
I'm nothing like you suckers, B...
True to myself
Accruing my wealth
Y'all can be with that loud shit
I'm cool with stealth
Except my weed pack
I relapsed, I'm token with Phelps
I want the coupe, I blow the whistle
It just came with the bells
All my shooters like Jigen, catch 'em slangin' them shells
The fourth Lupin
Destiny, I'm the loot god
I kill a few squads
On any beat I rebuke on nigga
Pray to me, get pew on nigga
No half-stepping, this is nuanced nigga
Don't get hype now, pipe down
Ya mood off nigga
Don't make me wave katanas
Have me cool off niggas
What kind of king am I to rule all niggas?
I'm black panthers when I pull off triggers
The room rouge, I'm at the Moulin nigga
You between rocks and hard places
Move on nigga
I'm tap dancing with shoes on nigga
But it ain't stepped on nigga
Declare war, now get ya weapons nigga
Apple Watch band with the mesh on nigga
I pop out, kill the the scene, get ya rest on nigga
Wolfram built like Telfon nigga...
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Writer(s): Cameron Jordan
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