Oakland To Jersey

Wear my rings when I'm rapping
Ysl cologne wear that shit when I look fancy
Niggas they be lying they be catting
I do what I want up in this life they finally ban me
Walk up in the store like a zombie
That little girl she came from the moon she finally star me
Tats all on my hand and on my arm thing
She go crazy but she start things
Michael Jackson chain on my heartbeat
She gon ride me like a Harley
I hopped in the Tesla with no car keys
And I got a vision I see far things

Dickies jacket match the car theme
And I swear I made a couple thousand off my star fiend
Nigga smoking on some star fire
Metal rings they cutting up my finger look like barbed wire
Met an alien from another world
Tongue kissing in my spaceship till my tongue purple
Bad bitch with Mihara's on
She gon let me hit in the morning and my heart gone
San Francisco breeze and expensive fashion
I changed the way I think and that's how I have it
Double cup full of purple rain
Bitch I ball but that's from the pain
Get high and rhyme that's how I paint
Little sis don't look up to me I'm not a saint
I need it right now I don't want to wait
Said she finally slide down tell me when you on the way

Uh, you can just smell it on me
Dolce Gabbana and weed, you can just smell it on me
She just be getting so wet, and then she put it on me
I just be getting her wet, because I just do what I please
Pick up the pack and it's gone, I'm in a mansion alone
I just be slapping her ass, when she be slapping my song
I was just feeling her swag, I be all up in my bag
That nigga want to get smart, ok we take him to class



Credits
Writer(s): Akil Riley, Amari Augustus Haulcy
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