Infinity

Lately, I been noticing the fuckery
Got a couple bad bitches in my custody
I ain't worried bout' a hater nigga they look up to me
A lotta niggas round my way hustle just because of me
Catch a young nigga posted up on the ave'
Northside chillin shawty yea that's where we at
Bape mask supreme headband
Trappin' headband bitch you know I'm getting bands uh

My bitch think that I ain't shit
I just want me a foreign ass whip, fuck me a foreign ass bitch
Private jet we taking trips
I swear I been on the muthafuckin' come up
Everybody know me

Beretta under my pea-coat
Touch me and you get smoked
Straight out the pound we blow dope
Sip real deal no karo
Spray them A-K's hoe
Fresh ain't going broke
And I ain't never played
I want muthafuckin' doe'

I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on 'em for infinity
I say fuck all my enemies
Fuck it they never been friends of me
I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on 'em for infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks

Underestimated greatly
Far from lazy
Free Swazy
In the streets we go brazy
It's fuck you, pay me
I could never have enough
That bitch you fuck ain't bad enough

My new chain weigh about a ounce
This gold a make you lose ya life
Simba don't pounce
If you value your life
You better think twice
Keep that .380 on me, please don't roll the dice

Uh, it'll cost ya, bitch I'm bossed up
Hail Mary, no Randy Moss bruh
Young nigga get bodied
I'm tryna pull up in a Gatti
Bad bitch in shotti
Fuck nigga don't try me

Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony
Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony

I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on 'em for infinity
I say fuck all my enemies
Fuck it they never been friends of me
I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on 'em for infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks

And I been wondering when I'll be top of my class
Bloggers, A&Rs, and Fans think I'm a blast from the past
Spitting real rap shit
Only quoted spitting facts bitch
Got it in the mail and got it missing
Call that shit magic

I ain't worried bout' love yea it's so tragic
I'm getting to the money yea bitch I'm fucking at it
Keep white in the attic and a couple automatics
50 round drum in 4 seconds
Let a nigga have it

Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony
Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony

I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on 'em for infinity
I say fuck all my enemies
Fuck it they never been friends of me
I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on em for infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks

I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on 'em for infinity
I say fuck all my enemies
Fuck it they never been friends of me
I'ma ball for infinity
Shit on 'em for infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks



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Writer(s): Adrian Marcel Reed
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