Uhh. Yeah
High Rise in this
Fly guys in this
Rose gold photos hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos fros shining like a star
Rose gold photos pose with a glass cigar
Rose gold photos hoes know who the fuck we are
Rose gold photos clothes looking so bizarre
Rose gold photos fros shining like a star (yeah)
Rose gold photos pose with a glass cigar
Rose gold photos hoes know who the fuck we are
Never needed no ghost rider but a nigga might just buy this bar
Got weed in the car, Got weed in a jar, Got a seed in a jar I might grow tomorrow
Riding round town with the windows down
Her legs and the door are both ajar (both ajar)
Ghost ride the bitch
This girl and the car I both gotta ditch
Gotta get this cash cause my palms always itch
And I gotta stay tipped in that Louis Stitch
I meant Louis' bitch
That oak room with that perfume go perfect with my afternoon
And that'll make more sense real soon
If you a real goon you ain't into with no
High fashion, that's my passion
So why gas em?
Gonna drive that I know could bypass em
You a sky captain? you fly captain?
Nah, you a lie captain
I know niggas that'll die trappin
But don't try rappin
Just keep nappin
When I keep snappin
Rose gold photos in new polos
I'm the man like 4 four locos
Why these rappers just sound so-so
My flow loco
My flow cocoa
[?] me while I'm money moto
There he go
That boy there with a cold ass flow
Roll in the city do a dope ass show
Then he go back home with a cold ass choe
Local huh?
They didn't like me
Heard the beat in the 16
Now I'm gonna be a mogul, huh?
They flip flop all the time then blame it on hip hop
Keep that Ziploc
Late like tick-tock
Blame it on gridlock
Blame it on kid rock
White boy, Michigan
Damn right Red hot
Game in the headlock
Matter of fact red dot, Headshot bang!
I'm killing this verse
Any smart rapper should be stealing this verse
I'll be independent making money while other rappers trying to get a deal in this verse. No way
I'm the king of this empire
My team bout to be a dy-nuh-sty
Couple bad chicks wanna ride and I call that shit fine with me
This too easy
You sell out like you freebees
We sell out your hometown
You sell bout like 2 CDs
Your girl says she sees me
Left her, man, he peewee
I'm faded, so she DD
Or I drop that dime like CP3
Remember when I couldn't get an EP on any blog and they'd just delete me
Eh shit changed
But now I got a full inbox and MTV, they CC me

INVIA LE CORREZIONI