I Write Sins and Tragedies
Bottega's
Cartier Frames
Nigga I'm Shameless
Pardon my
Pardon my
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Niggas talkin shit
But they ain't shit
My range here is
Outta ya reach
I got the pie
And they all wanna piece
Sheesh!
Pardon my
Pardon my
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Put 'em up
Run me that
If you wanna go
You never coming back
One way
Touchè
You ain't holding this weight
Build up ya bank
Fuck out my face
You don't want this fade
Big amounts
Fuck is you talking 'bout
Started my engine
I'm passing you lemon
Jerome Bettis
36
Chambers of chaos
8 Ball
Corner pocket
Want it
I call it
I'm in it
And on it
Cash in my denim
Gold on my skin
Rigging a jig
Up for the flip
Been on my shit
I cannot miss
Like a married bitch
Casa my body
I'm feeling thotty
Cartier frames
I came to party
Smoove inna spot
So wavy
So gnarly
I be the talk
Honcho high demand
Stealing the show
Floating her boat
Other there staring
Come over here and
I don't say alot
I don't do a lil
Send me a message
My nigga I'm sending missiles
Can't imagine why you stay
Pressed more than wrinkles
Meanwhile ya bitch
Blowing me like a fiddle
Find me with the stars
Best believe I'm gon twinkle
Tweaking by the Beacon
Where I leave these niggas leaking
Keep a piece
Before I keep a secret
I'm maintaining my peace
Like a nigga with no dick
Who fucking with me?
My body brolic
The shit I'm putting out
Been Solid
Check the optics
I bet ya babymomma watching
Life like a box of chocolates
But I'm fucking with the flavors
Stepping in my cortez
Embracing all the danger
Held by my hopes
And my grandma's prayers
We don't share the same fears
But how could you relate to me?
Tryna have the bag
Looking like a fucking bakery
Brought nothing to the table then
Back the fuck away from it
Dogging out ya bitch
Then she gimme affection
Up on the paper like
A set of directions
I got it and I geddit
Give a damn if you offended
Giving any if my energy
Is a present
Baby better learn ya lesson
Can't be timid when it come
To touching paper
Gotta test ya limits
If you wanna make it major
So I'm sipping on that D'usse
And the Guinness is the chaser
New Rules in this bitch
Too smoove onna bitch
Getting money hoe
You know what it is
And I'm dead with the shits
You ain't gotta ask
Cuz you know I'm legit
Cartier Frames
Nigga I'm Shameless
Pardon my
Pardon my
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Niggas talkin shit
But they ain't shit
My range here is
Outta ya reach
I got the pie
And they all wanna piece
Sheesh!
Pardon my
Pardon my
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Pardon my bank bitch
Put 'em up
Run me that
If you wanna go
You never coming back
One way
Touchè
You ain't holding this weight
Build up ya bank
Fuck out my face
You don't want this fade
Big amounts
Fuck is you talking 'bout
Started my engine
I'm passing you lemon
Jerome Bettis
36
Chambers of chaos
8 Ball
Corner pocket
Want it
I call it
I'm in it
And on it
Cash in my denim
Gold on my skin
Rigging a jig
Up for the flip
Been on my shit
I cannot miss
Like a married bitch
Casa my body
I'm feeling thotty
Cartier frames
I came to party
Smoove inna spot
So wavy
So gnarly
I be the talk
Honcho high demand
Stealing the show
Floating her boat
Other there staring
Come over here and
I don't say alot
I don't do a lil
Send me a message
My nigga I'm sending missiles
Can't imagine why you stay
Pressed more than wrinkles
Meanwhile ya bitch
Blowing me like a fiddle
Find me with the stars
Best believe I'm gon twinkle
Tweaking by the Beacon
Where I leave these niggas leaking
Keep a piece
Before I keep a secret
I'm maintaining my peace
Like a nigga with no dick
Who fucking with me?
My body brolic
The shit I'm putting out
Been Solid
Check the optics
I bet ya babymomma watching
Life like a box of chocolates
But I'm fucking with the flavors
Stepping in my cortez
Embracing all the danger
Held by my hopes
And my grandma's prayers
We don't share the same fears
But how could you relate to me?
Tryna have the bag
Looking like a fucking bakery
Brought nothing to the table then
Back the fuck away from it
Dogging out ya bitch
Then she gimme affection
Up on the paper like
A set of directions
I got it and I geddit
Give a damn if you offended
Giving any if my energy
Is a present
Baby better learn ya lesson
Can't be timid when it come
To touching paper
Gotta test ya limits
If you wanna make it major
So I'm sipping on that D'usse
And the Guinness is the chaser
New Rules in this bitch
Too smoove onna bitch
Getting money hoe
You know what it is
And I'm dead with the shits
You ain't gotta ask
Cuz you know I'm legit
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Writer(s): Chaz Prout
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