Promo
Neck is playin' tennis
See me stuntin', you can't stand that
Feel the hate but you can't say that
On my skin just like some spraytan
I hear God but i see Satan
Got your bitch on my face and that pussy now my Ray-bans
I go where i want and stay there
I don't know nobody for comparing
I know some snitches they be telling
I don't like bitches who be yelling
If we don't fuck than i be passin'
Lotta sins and no confessions
If you fail the first impression
I don't want you in my section
Serve you "Special K" for breakfast
Countin' money got some extra
Play Hella High please Alexa
Man i'm so high, roll the next one
There's nobody who could catch us
Got the sauce just like i'm ketchup
Lotta dollas and i wear'em
Lotta problems i be carrying
You the bottom i be steppin'
I ripped her shirt off
After that i break her torso
That's my beamer, shit is so low
Fuck with opps and thats a no-no
Fuck the cops and if you po-po
All i got for you is "door closed"
That ain't loud, this shit is low blow
I'm on za she on coco
Remember no more
Yeah talk about me man i use this shit for promo
I'm with my gang, we in my Benz
Yeah we be twins, this is a 4-door
I'm goin' stupid goin' loco
I could never be a hobo
I put money over hoe's tho
This my life this ain't a show bro
I'm a beast bitch, i go solo
I'm printing money like a printer when i move i'm moving dolo
Please don't ask me why i'm so cold
Got Versace thats no Polo
No i can not fuck on a broke hoe
I'm overseas passin' through Soho
She like it hard, so i moved that bitch right to a chockehole
Got a bunny, we be talking bout the money
She be working in the bank, so she be touching all them hunnids
I know exactly how she love it
She know exactly how i want it
Yeah she's a demon so demonic
Fuck her good came on the stomach
I turn nothing into something
Goin' crazy goin dummy
Bitch i run it till i vomit
You gon' see it when i'm coming
I'm the villain in this comic
I'm here to grind get out my sight, i fill my bag and fill my pocket
Got designers got no budget
Lick the bands like they be honey
To the top nobody above me
And if you ever ever troll me
Then you better not see me rollin
Got a demon can't controll it
I was dreaming now i own it
You was sleeping i was going
Got no feelings you destroyed'em
See me stuntin', you can't stand that
Feel the hate but you can't say that
On my skin just like some spraytan
I hear God but i see Satan
Got your bitch on my face and that pussy now my Ray-bans
I go where i want and stay there
I don't know nobody for comparing
I know some snitches they be telling
I don't like bitches who be yelling
If we don't fuck than i be passin'
Lotta sins and no confessions
If you fail the first impression
I don't want you in my section
Serve you "Special K" for breakfast
Countin' money got some extra
Play Hella High please Alexa
Man i'm so high, roll the next one
There's nobody who could catch us
Got the sauce just like i'm ketchup
Lotta dollas and i wear'em
Lotta problems i be carrying
You the bottom i be steppin'
I ripped her shirt off
After that i break her torso
That's my beamer, shit is so low
Fuck with opps and thats a no-no
Fuck the cops and if you po-po
All i got for you is "door closed"
That ain't loud, this shit is low blow
I'm on za she on coco
Remember no more
Yeah talk about me man i use this shit for promo
I'm with my gang, we in my Benz
Yeah we be twins, this is a 4-door
I'm goin' stupid goin' loco
I could never be a hobo
I put money over hoe's tho
This my life this ain't a show bro
I'm a beast bitch, i go solo
I'm printing money like a printer when i move i'm moving dolo
Please don't ask me why i'm so cold
Got Versace thats no Polo
No i can not fuck on a broke hoe
I'm overseas passin' through Soho
She like it hard, so i moved that bitch right to a chockehole
Got a bunny, we be talking bout the money
She be working in the bank, so she be touching all them hunnids
I know exactly how she love it
She know exactly how i want it
Yeah she's a demon so demonic
Fuck her good came on the stomach
I turn nothing into something
Goin' crazy goin dummy
Bitch i run it till i vomit
You gon' see it when i'm coming
I'm the villain in this comic
I'm here to grind get out my sight, i fill my bag and fill my pocket
Got designers got no budget
Lick the bands like they be honey
To the top nobody above me
And if you ever ever troll me
Then you better not see me rollin
Got a demon can't controll it
I was dreaming now i own it
You was sleeping i was going
Got no feelings you destroyed'em
Credits
Writer(s): Fabrizio Matranga
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