Sorbet
Turn me up
None of that rap
Bill, ahaha
Right, Luxury Tax steal your bitch
Yuh, yeah
She thick, petite, and gorgeous
House in the hills, enormous
Back to back foreigns with horses (What else?)
I meet your plug and extort him
Meet at the jet in the mornin'
I'm addicted, I wake up and pour it
All of this ice, no sorbet
Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay
A plug wanna meet on the runway
Drop it off, pick it up Monday
I sold them pints on a Sunday
Tryna run it up, you know that's always
I'm richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad
I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways
My neck, wrist, fist, lit, bitch, you know we ballin'
I ran through an M, no black and whites
I put that on law and my momma
I caught on, my family was fraudin'
These pussy niggas made me heartless
I'ma go get regardless
What's the play, then I count out the commas
Want a Richard Mille like I'm a golfer
Never fucked on a bitch and her momma
We took the FF57's and Carbons
I'm leavin' my kids on the garments
I took the gang just to have me a orgy
Lil' broke bitch, you cannot afford me
Bitch, I been trappin' and rappin' and tourin'
We smoke on the jet, it's commercial, got borin'
Pal, I ain't rich, I spent racks on my outfit
Cactus Jack 4's that ain't even come out yet
I'm drippin' this water like I'm a faucet, caution
I keep it on me, I'm cautious
Gotta make it back home to my daughter
I'm a real trap nigga, I ain't no artist
We gon' link up and gon' solve that
I brought my stick in the party
She thick, petite, and gorgeous
House in the hills, enormous
Back to back foreigns with horses
I meet your plug and extort him
Meet at the jet in the mornin'
I'm addicted, I wake up and pour it
All of this ice, no sorbet
Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay
A plug wanna meet on the runway
Drop it off, pick it up Monday
I sold them pints on a Sunday
Tryna run it up, you know that's always
I'm richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad
I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways
None of that rap
Bill, ahaha
Right, Luxury Tax steal your bitch
Yuh, yeah
She thick, petite, and gorgeous
House in the hills, enormous
Back to back foreigns with horses (What else?)
I meet your plug and extort him
Meet at the jet in the mornin'
I'm addicted, I wake up and pour it
All of this ice, no sorbet
Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay
A plug wanna meet on the runway
Drop it off, pick it up Monday
I sold them pints on a Sunday
Tryna run it up, you know that's always
I'm richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad
I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways
My neck, wrist, fist, lit, bitch, you know we ballin'
I ran through an M, no black and whites
I put that on law and my momma
I caught on, my family was fraudin'
These pussy niggas made me heartless
I'ma go get regardless
What's the play, then I count out the commas
Want a Richard Mille like I'm a golfer
Never fucked on a bitch and her momma
We took the FF57's and Carbons
I'm leavin' my kids on the garments
I took the gang just to have me a orgy
Lil' broke bitch, you cannot afford me
Bitch, I been trappin' and rappin' and tourin'
We smoke on the jet, it's commercial, got borin'
Pal, I ain't rich, I spent racks on my outfit
Cactus Jack 4's that ain't even come out yet
I'm drippin' this water like I'm a faucet, caution
I keep it on me, I'm cautious
Gotta make it back home to my daughter
I'm a real trap nigga, I ain't no artist
We gon' link up and gon' solve that
I brought my stick in the party
She thick, petite, and gorgeous
House in the hills, enormous
Back to back foreigns with horses
I meet your plug and extort him
Meet at the jet in the mornin'
I'm addicted, I wake up and pour it
All of this ice, no sorbet
Straight to the fuckin', no foreplay
A plug wanna meet on the runway
Drop it off, pick it up Monday
I sold them pints on a Sunday
Tryna run it up, you know that's always
I'm richer than all of my teachers I ever had, I know they mad
I never followed them rules, I used to trap it and sell it in hallways
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Writer(s): Lawrence Taylor, Kedrick Isaiah Cannady
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