808 Inspection

Bitch i got racks and im full like a meter
Flying like griffin my first name is peter
Pouring up lean and my cup got a liter
Im in my bag like a store harris teeter
Temperature freezing just iced out my hand
Gold in my teeth and it cost me a band
Never sit on a chair cause i just stand
Watch on my wrist cost me bout eighty grand
Spilling the blood and its red like a pepper
Spotted your girl with me like im a leopard
Raise up my wrist now youre under the weather
Bars are so fire i went to the nether
Neck got cold so i put on a scarf
Chases feet stink so i gag and i barf
Choppa spray paint and it made some art
Going so long, where did i start

Im with your girl doing the shoot
Im with your girl gettin the loot
This shit is juicy, just like a fruit
This shit is juicy, just like a fruit

They see the whip and wanna ride for a little
I shoot the lead and yo guy shoot the skittle
We trap in the bus we do magic ms frizzle
Whip irish bread in the back with my fiddle
Your envy showin you love how i live it
Tmk, aka trappin exhibit
In love with beef mission barbecue brisket
You lookin up to me like you a midget
Asmr bitch i whisper my bars
How will i choose between six different cars
Royce or the phantom man this shit too hard
Went to the gucci store busted my card

Im with your girl doing the shoot
Im with your girl gettin the loot
This shit is juicy, just like a fruit
This shit is juicy, just like a fruit



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Murray
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