Black Mamba #24

Lil nigga but I'm big homie
I just got me a brick
Watch how I make that shit flip
Spend that brick on my wrist
Keep me that Glick
Can't trust no thottie in the 6
I've been ballin while you in the bleachers
I get too much money, ballin' every season
Niggas change on me, for no fuckin reason
Can't trust no thottie
Fuck nigga, you is not my homie
24, ballin like Kobe
I'm the greatest to ever do it
Off the private jet, I hop straight in the Phantom
With 3 hoes, got me feeling like Santa
Crack the seal on the Wok'
Po' a 3 in my Fanta
I just left earth, this cross on my chest
I know that I'm blessed
She wanna fuck, but baby I just want the necklace right now
Backwood full of petrol, smoking on loud
You smoke by the gram, I roll by the pound
Got 100 bricks in my trunk
Before all this rap, I was always in the trap
Got me a bird, fly like a pelican
Got it straight from the Mexicans
I got clientele, wrap a bell
Put it in the mail, of that fish scale
I just talked to my demon
Put my bitch in Chrome Hearts, but she want Chanel
Ever since I got some money, these bitches wanna fuck me
She love the tats on my body
Trappin' nigga thats my hobby
Dont play me nigga, I will catch a body
I aint a killer but don't push me
How you cross a nigga for some pussy
Yeah, that make you a pussy (faggot)
Fuck nigga, you is not my homie
24, ballin like Kobe
I'm the greatest to ever do it
Off the private jet, I hop straight in the Phantom
With 3 hoes, got me feeling like Santa
Crack the seal on the Wok'
Po' a the 3 in my Fanta
I just left Earth, this cross on my chest
I know that I'm blessed



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Writer(s): Jordan Horn
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