Never Went To Yale

6 Fucking Figures bitch, i ain't never went to yale
Used to whip that pyrex had to switched it to that mail
I need a extra 10 Grams, when its on that scale
I need a extra 10 grand, nigga on that sale

Trap nigga bitch i'll take cash or EBT
Invite a freak over, i can cook some shit for free
Bon appetite
I chef like Boy-r-dee
Racks Up on her Feet
Goyard accessories
Half up on the fee
Them junkies up my sleeve
I keep that fire on me
That bitch come ride with me
Splitting up her water, i feel like Moses in his prime
I'll chart the 7 seas if its money on the line
Baby toot it up and let me poke like porcupines
Twerking from the back, that cake it look like Duncan Hines
Know that she a hood bitch cause all she got is Chime
Baby wanna argue but don't pay that hoe no mind

6 Fucking Figures bitch, i ain't never went to yale
Used to whip that pyrex had to switched it to that mail
I need a extra 10 Grams, when its on that scale
I need a extra 10 grand, nigga on that sale

Serving out that soap, i'm feeling like I'm Mr. Clean
Freak up in my cockpit gargle spit like Listerine
Baby want it all, but i can't give my everything
Baby want a big dawg, say she never settling
Feeling like i'm Clifford
You whipping with the wizard
Mr. Flick My wrist i splash that water like I'm Flipper
Real Trap Baby, watched em' smoke up out antennas
I was down bad drinking water up for dinner
I was stacking spring and summer, now who need a lender?!
Niggas like the seasons, fall off right before the winter
Pizza party at the police station, he a Splinter
Niggas ain't Sopranos, they be singing out in tenor

6 Fucking Figures bitch, i ain't never went to yale
Used to whip that pyrex had to switched it to that mail
I need a extra 10 Grams, when its on that scale
I need a extra 10 grand, nigga on that sale



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