Burner Phone

Got bigger booty bitches pulling up, hoppin out of that space Benz
Them niggas stamping visas in Ibiza, spending all of them m's
On foreign trips collecting grips, tell the bitch leave her man with his friends
That forty fifth'll make ya shift, pistol popping on a nigga like xans
That focus switch we getting rich, got em all busting out them bands
That Prada papa been a problem, niggas watching but I do what they can't
You fixated on the snake, not getting off till you run me them grands
On them boulevards with black cards, swipe and charge when I get that advance
She spilling out her corset, they forfeiting off of just one glance
Lux'll wrap you up no finer fuck, I really get em stuck in that trance
On private islands place to place, on estates destinations in France
This that jam man where ya hands, throw em up and get up out of ya stance

I don't care what they saying
If niggas ain't talking money to me
Been about a dollar
My profits is coming thru to me
Tryna hit my line
But they really not getting thru to me
Been around the block
And ain't none of this shit is new to me

Bitch stop blowing up my phone
Tell them niggas leave me alone
Bitch stop blowing up my phone
Tell them niggas leave me alone

Motorbike to the next vortex
That cyber pimp in ya complex
With the shits I make these niggas split
While I'm chilling on a fortress
Niggas talking out of context
Don't compare, it ain't a contest
Amex and platinum visas
Just wait till ya see me on ya Forbes list
Bitch I'm styling on em in the latest threads
And these niggas still on that local shit
I don't name drop, but when my name drop
These niggas know that its global bitch
Riding Kawasaki's down ya avenue
And you know they hitting my mobile quick
Get ya snapshots for them magazines
Got double c's, Im bicoastal bitch!
Like fuck is you saying? niggas been out with a plan
Sitting high rise with a view
Journey to Cannes, yes that is silk on the pants
Y'all niggas don't know what it do
I'm really the man, nigga you really a stan
They stick to the kid like glue
Rolling them grams, niggas is out for the scams
Better keep eyes on ya boo

I don't care what they saying
If niggas ain't talking money to me
Been about a dollar
My profits is coming thru to me
Tryna hit my line
But they really not getting thru to me
Been around the block
And ain't none of this shit is new to me

Bitch stop blowing up my phone
Tell them niggas leave me alone
Bitch stop blowing up my phone
Tell them niggas leave me alone

Mane I done came down, they syrup sipping and water whipping shit
Swang and bang on every ave, I ain't talking bout no crips
Know them niggas be slanging, and they be packaging them bricks
Killing shit, the type of nigga that'll keep it in a crypt
Been the prophet as you can see, yes I'm styling in the mix
Bitch I'm a star, and my flows cold like they coming from the 6
Word to Nick, get off the pot, you ain't coming with the shit
Ain't for free, so tell em all they could get up off my dick
The black Poseidon, these niggas riding my wave tho
Coming up short, now I come to collect them pesos
Keep it in the whip, I ain't talking about Django
Yes I'm taking shots, hope I'm getting ya best angles