Pick Your Poison

Hah hah haahhhh haahhhh ohwah
If it ain't about that money I ain't tryna talk
You can tell that I'm that nigga by the way I walk
My pockets swole with all this green I'm feeling like the hulk
Got all this gold on like a king I might just need a vault
High fashion fabrics on my body you can't tell me shit
Twenty four carats on for Kobe all my diamonds hit
These vvs on me acrobatic my shit doing flips
Holy water on me sauce 'em up like Saint Nick

Yah
Yea I'm the chosen one
These black and white diamonds big as hell look like Shamu
They wanna be me but can't do the shit I can do
I'm shooting clips inside this mic I need more ammo
Yea I'm the damn goat
Get rich and switch up on 'em or be broke and never change
I'm counting these dollas on dollas on dollas on dollas I'm counting the cake
I'm making them hate me I know that these girls wanna date me but not today
I know that they see me yea all of my ice be 3D pull up in a wraith

Pick your poison die a goat or be alive and lame
Take a record of my stats I'm going so insane
Ready to risk it all for money but it's fuck the fame
God put his hand inside that bowl and he pulled out my name

I pop my shit like skinny pop
Run it up and spend a couple hundred on my watch
Life's a gamble but I treat it like I'm playing slots
On the road I'm on the go you know I cannot stop nah
I pop my shit my drip so Faygo
I meant to say fuego
Head huncho just like Quavo
Rip to Takeoff
Offset diamonds hit like Tyson
Addicted to this rhyming
Bust down Audemar sit on my arm you know that's perfect timing

Gotta run it back Imma run it back
See me cruising 'round my city in that brand new scat
Don't wear my heart up on my sleeve I'm in a Louis jacket
They can't keep up with me so I told them get to packing



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Williams Jr
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