Titty Boy

We might as well
Just rub it all in they faces
Come on
Sipping on perignon
Sipping on perignon
Sipping on perignon
Hold on
Yeah we independent too boy

Don't ask me how I got these two chainz dope sells itself
She said baby
Why you staring at yourself
I look inside the mirror
And see wealth
Haha I look good
Don't ask me
How I got these two chainz
Dope sells itself
Haha
She said leeky
Why you staring at yourself
I look inside the mirror
And see wealth
Go
Goat talk
I mix my pain up with adlibs
I seen number one
Draft picks turn savage
Just think of all the things
That could have happened
You broke a couple bones
It's niggas that don't have legs
Running to the money
On my last breath
Come on
Shooters caught up
With your honey
On her last shift
At least I line the money up
Like bagged chips
My cash flip
Touching more paper
Than cashiers
Don't ask me
How I got these two chainz
Dope sells itself
Come on
She said leeky
Why you staring at yourself
I look inside the mirror
And see wealth
I look good
Don't ask me how I got
These two chainz
Dope sells itself
I feel good
She said baby
Why you staring at yourself
I look inside the mirror
And see wealth
I look gorgeous

We here baby
You know what's up
Live and direct
We live in action
Ou you might as well
Back out all the cameras
You can while you got us
Haha we ain't here for long
No we do not plan to stay
For that long
Yeah we going to come in here
Get the bag
And get the fuck out of there
You already know what's up
Yeahh

Who you is
You ain't some kind of saint
Living by the day
Moving birds
Got my dawg
Locked in to Pelican Bay
Uzi by the safe
That's just for niggas
Trying to come take
I'm not the game to play
My Rolex glisten off
Right in your face
Opp got away
Niggas get luckier
By the day
Tryna buy the wraith
With a new house
So my daughter can play
Probably by the lake
Or in the woods
But not in LA
Tired niggas asking if
I'm good
And I say I'm okay
Leeky not okay
Hard to maintain
A smile on the face
Choppa with the laser
Hindu opps dot on the face
Mozzy rap the eighth
Or I can sell it
For five grand a plate
The fuck you think this is
Never running out of zips
Like I didn't pack
The mailman and give him
A bag for every shipment
Nigga bag to big
We had to bench press
Figures
If rappers wasn't so pussy
I would have been
Pressed niggas
Too easy to pull the trigger
With my index finger
My flow like cocaine
Or dope going in your veins
Tried to shoot at the boy
With no aim
Your self proclaimed
Playing low range
Not doing a thing
Wag-wan to my niggas
That's in the bing
Shooter make it rain
All you seen
Was bullets hitting trees
Knocking down the leaves
Put a IG model on her knees
Than I make her leave
I remember when
I turned eighteen
I had a crush on Reese
Now only time
I crush a Fanta
Is when I'm sipping lean
Might as well
Scrape my pots and pans
Niggas still in deep sleep
Really the king of the V
Niggas ain't did it like me
Ah toma, I can keep going to pura manteca

Please Don't ask me
How I got these two chainz
Dope sells itself
She said leeky
Why you staring at yourself
I look inside the mirror
And see wealth
Go
Don't ask me
How I got these two chainz
Dope sells itself
I feel gorgeous
She said baby
Why you staring at yourself
I look inside the mirror
And see wealth
I feel godly