Persona
Feel Good Look Good
All that shit
Sheesh
Bitch you can't step with a stomper
Mixing up fendi with prada
Gelato Cologne smelling like marijuana
Deep end swimming with the piranhas
Right hand a switch and go snitch to your honor
Stay with a stick like I'm Cosmo or Wanda
Gotta new bitch say she love my persona
Young and I'm lit hit a bitch with a condom
Young and rich now she tell me her problems
Expecting me to go and solve em
Let her move wrong kick a bitch to the curb
Pockets full of bread attracting the birds
From the trenches, Out the mud I emerged
Stacking up bands, I ain't fucking no fans
I hit it once, I ain't known to romance
Put the glock in your purse, It can't fit in my pants
42 in my cup, Bad bitches on the rebound
Secret location, No we could never be found
Church girl from the A, but I turned her to my freak now
And Her last nigga pockets, yea she beat down
No I don't believe you me, I don't see sound
Yea the trap open, Only serving by the pound
Cut your day 1 off if he weigh ya down
Money go in circles, You niggas just not round
Bitch you can't step with a stomper
Mixing up fendi with prada
Gelato Cologne smelling like marijuana
Deep end swimming with the piranhas
Right hand a switch and go snitch to your honor
Stay with a stick like I'm Cosmo or Wanda
Gotta new bitch say she love my persona
Young and I'm lit hit a bitch with a condom
Young and rich now she tell me her problems
Expecting me to go and solve em
Let her move wrong kick a bitch to the curb
Pockets full of bread attracting the birds
From the trenches, Out the mud I emerged
Stacking up bands, I ain't fucking no fans
I hit it once, I ain't known to romance
Put the glock in your purse, It can't fit in my pants
Got a new bitch who tryna ride my wave
Cartier frames see the hate not fazed
Fighting demons smoking while my bitch burn sage
Better learn to take a risk stop being so afraid
I go straight to the teller when I walk in the bank
Dirty money make it clean wash it up in the sink
From the trenches to a plane took my son to the A
Tell the plug my name he gone front you a plate
Can not see who in it 5 percented the raf
Tell me you got door dash we can't go on a date
They gave mac 5 years but like tony he great
Swear I appreciate both love and the hate
In the jungle your dog could change to a rat or a snake
Since a youngin I been through pain and my heart didn't break
Now I'm all over the stage so my mama amazed
They sucking drip and riding waves but I still ain't get fazed
Bitch you can't step with a stomper
Mixing up fendi with prada
Gelato Cologne smelling like marijuana
Deep end swimming with the piranhas
Right hand a switch and go snitch to your honor
Stay with a stick like I'm Cosmo or Wanda
Gotta new bitch say she love my persona
Young and I'm lit hit a bitch with a condom
Young and rich now she tell me her problems
Expecting me to go and solve em
Let her move wrong kick a bitch to the curb
Pockets full of bread attracting the birds
From the trenches, Out the mud I emerged
Stacking up bands, I ain't fucking no fans
I hit it once, I ain't known to romance
Put the glock in your purse, It can't fit in my pants...
All that shit
Sheesh
Bitch you can't step with a stomper
Mixing up fendi with prada
Gelato Cologne smelling like marijuana
Deep end swimming with the piranhas
Right hand a switch and go snitch to your honor
Stay with a stick like I'm Cosmo or Wanda
Gotta new bitch say she love my persona
Young and I'm lit hit a bitch with a condom
Young and rich now she tell me her problems
Expecting me to go and solve em
Let her move wrong kick a bitch to the curb
Pockets full of bread attracting the birds
From the trenches, Out the mud I emerged
Stacking up bands, I ain't fucking no fans
I hit it once, I ain't known to romance
Put the glock in your purse, It can't fit in my pants
42 in my cup, Bad bitches on the rebound
Secret location, No we could never be found
Church girl from the A, but I turned her to my freak now
And Her last nigga pockets, yea she beat down
No I don't believe you me, I don't see sound
Yea the trap open, Only serving by the pound
Cut your day 1 off if he weigh ya down
Money go in circles, You niggas just not round
Bitch you can't step with a stomper
Mixing up fendi with prada
Gelato Cologne smelling like marijuana
Deep end swimming with the piranhas
Right hand a switch and go snitch to your honor
Stay with a stick like I'm Cosmo or Wanda
Gotta new bitch say she love my persona
Young and I'm lit hit a bitch with a condom
Young and rich now she tell me her problems
Expecting me to go and solve em
Let her move wrong kick a bitch to the curb
Pockets full of bread attracting the birds
From the trenches, Out the mud I emerged
Stacking up bands, I ain't fucking no fans
I hit it once, I ain't known to romance
Put the glock in your purse, It can't fit in my pants
Got a new bitch who tryna ride my wave
Cartier frames see the hate not fazed
Fighting demons smoking while my bitch burn sage
Better learn to take a risk stop being so afraid
I go straight to the teller when I walk in the bank
Dirty money make it clean wash it up in the sink
From the trenches to a plane took my son to the A
Tell the plug my name he gone front you a plate
Can not see who in it 5 percented the raf
Tell me you got door dash we can't go on a date
They gave mac 5 years but like tony he great
Swear I appreciate both love and the hate
In the jungle your dog could change to a rat or a snake
Since a youngin I been through pain and my heart didn't break
Now I'm all over the stage so my mama amazed
They sucking drip and riding waves but I still ain't get fazed
Bitch you can't step with a stomper
Mixing up fendi with prada
Gelato Cologne smelling like marijuana
Deep end swimming with the piranhas
Right hand a switch and go snitch to your honor
Stay with a stick like I'm Cosmo or Wanda
Gotta new bitch say she love my persona
Young and I'm lit hit a bitch with a condom
Young and rich now she tell me her problems
Expecting me to go and solve em
Let her move wrong kick a bitch to the curb
Pockets full of bread attracting the birds
From the trenches, Out the mud I emerged
Stacking up bands, I ain't fucking no fans
I hit it once, I ain't known to romance
Put the glock in your purse, It can't fit in my pants...
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Copeland
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