SlumBoy Millionaire

Like a wizard doing magic, turn a 7 to a 14
Pokin' in and out of houses striked up with the beam
Hundred perc's in the whip, but I'm fiendin' for a bean
It's B and E season, I'm readin' lists every week

I'm goin' car hoppin', this ain't no car shoppin
I'm lookin' both ways before them windows get to poppin
Glizzy in the glove box, tuck it in my pants
Found a thousand all in ones, I'm finna make a stripper dance

Oh shit, the opps comin', get away
My gun upside down, shootin' it the ghettoway
V-v-vroom, start the car and get away
Twelve on my ass, but tonight I'm gettin' paid

Boy, I ain't no rapper, I be really hittin' licks
Hit a stain with my boy, he got shot, I had to dip
Try to open up the back door, then I popped him in his shit
Toss him in a ditch, talkin' crazy, stupid bitch

Dead and gone
You gave her big hugs, now I'm smokin' Marlo Strong
Shawty sent me two Addys, cause the first one, it was wrong
Took a perc fo I slid, now I'm lastin' way too long

Bitch, no, I ain't quit the pills, why you think I'm still slurrin'
Four bars and some Tito's, I can't see my vision blurry
My bitch twenty-three, tryna fuck, she in a hurry
Her coochie so tight, I stick it in and lowkey hurtin

If you ain't naked, baby, I ain't even wanna talk
If you ain't naked, baby, I ain't need tryna fuck
Shoot a n***a in the head, spin, bap, bop, bada
Shot a n***a two times, cause he looked at my girl

Ho, of course I'm insecure, baby girl, you my world
Power and money, I can show you how to get it
Twenty K cash, I can show you how to spend it
Thousand grams on the scale, I can show you how to sell it

T-I-T-Y, show you how to spell it
When it come to the pussy, I don't try, I just get it
Trade my lil' brother's puppy for an ounce of toosi
Pop that coochie on the live like I'm Boosie

She lowkey kinda cute, just for her, I eat the cookie
In the field for a while, I can tell he a rookie
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, I feel goofy
This Tris might be fake, it got me kinda loopy

This whole lil' weird, she FaceTime me while she poopin
Why do all bad bitches love to eat sushi
Went to a party last week and got roofied
It might've been the acid, but I swear I met lil uzi

Two girlfriends, I have a hard time choosin
Two-on-one action, me and them in the jacuzzi
I'm the slumboy millionaire, your bitch love the stare
From the West, double L, I run Kendall

On the yellow brick road, n****s do not tattle-tell
Had to hit up bro like yo' Zoe, what's for sale
He not pickin' up the phone, I think his ass back in jail
Y'all talkin' bout the shits, you ain't with the shits

N***a, I just up'd like 50 bands, and I'm just a jit
N***a, fuck the shit, I'm droppin' out
Senior year of high school, made 80 bands during a drought
PPP laon scams, done, n***a, time is runnin' out

I'm a millionaire baby, bitch guess who laughin' now
Cashed out at the bank, now I'm bouta buy a house
Cars so fast, it hit the curb in bottomed out
Get my dresser from Amsterdam, my plug named Strauss

P.O. Box, poached, I gotta find another route
Paid 30,000 for the recipe, but I'll just hand it out
N***a, I had a Comb over 308, finna part it
The hoes say I'm slow, cause in the bed, I go retarded

I'm tired of this shit
Where the fat hoes at? Had to hit up Hilary
Like, bitch, where the food at
Mike bought a line, of some syrup with the Sprite

He his own person, we do not look alike
Not your regular ol' lean, my juice got a spike
Start a motherfuckin' shoot out on a BMX bike
Choppa aim down sight, that lil' boy got snipe

I know that n***a pussy, cause he beg for his life
Say her name in the mirror three times with no lights
I'm a fuckin' demon child, so you better be polite
Polite, polite, polite, polite, polite