Above The Rim

Young nigga thumbin' through them backends
Nigga this for real, we ain't actin'
I spend a lot to keep up wit my fashion
Bape hat, bape bag, bitch I'm matchin'
He ain't gettin' no money, need his ass kicked
Lil' kid, yea I still play with plastic
Off-White, got spikes for the traction
Won't go back and forth, you can have it

Nigga I'm in Neiman's with a 10 piece
Blue hunnits stuffed in the tech fleece
Lil' bitch keep lookin' at my neck piece

I don't want the text, or the sex, just the neck please
I just got some bowls from big homie, yea he blessed me
I just sent the code to your phone, read the text please
I'ma put the whole thang in if she let me
If she let me
Cookin' up dope, James Harden, I'ma lefty
I'ma lefty
She knew I was that nigga from the jump when she met me

All this smoove talkin' got me bussin' in her tummy
I'm Ace, all you lame niggas so Lucky
I ain't surprised, yo' bitch said she wanna fuck me
Young nigga, I'm on the rise like a nigga crumpin'
Young nigga, I'm makin' moves, tryna make sumn
Young nigga, I ain't goin' lose, I'ma take sumn
Leave yo' bitch 'round me, she might taste sumn
These niggas so weak like day 7
These niggas prayin' to God, hopin' they make Heaven
God made me a god, make my own Heaven

Fill it up with Melanin
Them dark skin women
My shit still gated
My whip still tinted

Blue jays, flamingos, clubs get all the singles
My stripper bitch say she take it off to foreign films
Cougar bitch son, league bound, above the rim
My lil' bitch take it all, she was made for this
My newest bitch happy, say she been waitin' for this
Y'all on bullshit, ain't no way I'm payin' for this
If it ain't wet, ain't no way I'm stayin' for this
BAIL the coldest niggas out, we ain't playin' with this



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Writer(s): Leito Holloway
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