Revolver

Yeah
Yeah
Ah
It's ya boy Pookie
Stepping fresh out some
Oooh oooh wee!
(Can't say that, you know I gotta be a gentleman)

Look
I'm guaranteed yo
To flip the script like Tarantino
I'm out in Napa counting C-Notes
I'm sippin' vino
I'm Low-key but on the scene hoe?
I'm Al Pacino
Hoe, I'm the illest out
Ask ya nigga, he know
He know Cam get the cash
Money-Gram, I'm remote
God told me get wavy
I'm commanding the boat
Devil said stunt on niggas
So I bought me a coat (Fresh)
Tax high but it don't cost a lot
Pimpin' in the parking lot
If niggas make moves
I move arms like Ocelot
Your girl got the Scribble Jam
She coming off the top
Spitting real fire, gripping mics
Make the party rock
Make it pop (Pop!)
Time is money
I just lost my watch
I don't have to watch
I know it's there
I get it on the dot
He taking shots?
Yeah that's cool
I get it off the block
O'Neal
Oh no, your boy real
I see, I'm too hot
Blue chips get more steel
Casino royals like I'm Daniel Craig
Charcuterie with the Emmental spread
Then I'm off to bed
Bout to get some head
From a freak, coming off her meds
Head crazy, said she had to vent
And get if off her chest
Smoking on wood, I understood
So I'm speaking less
Talking with my eyes
Oh my! Let me see that dress
Let me drift around your curves
Put me to the test
Gran Turismo
Gran-Gran Turi-hoe!
You know the rest
Shadow walk like Akuma
You don't know the steps
You don't know the reps
Rogve Skuad
Yeah, you who who's next
Shit ain't ever change
Whole game know that we the best
They just held us back
The game hard when you compete with refs
Bae said, when I show range?
All she see is Steph
Shot curried
But I'm Draymond when I drew this tech
Damn I'm blessed
No more smoking stress
I'm in Budapest
With two bundas
'Bout to start some rumors
I'mma mute the rest



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Jordan
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