
作词 : Michael Whitsett
作曲 : JaRon Marshall
Done mind me if I’m in the club movin like fabo
My cuzzo met the plug and end up leaving with 8 more
Done niggas say I change
But wasn’t picking they line up
No matter who your starting five I’ll slaughter your line up
She said she need a freak
We spending bucks in the condo
You phony like rhinestones
Shiny in the light but your stones mid
(Smoke)
I don’t need your pussy I got a kid
Dropped 50 in my Jesus sandals
Bout to storm the airways
Enlightenment in the bat cave
Pisces surf the tsunami
Acid tabs and toonami
You don’t like me but follow
Sleep till I’m hollow
Tip inside her wide load
Powered by a cyclone
Trauma from the North Pole
Shit West side bitch
Stressed but found a way out the pit
Flex
Like I might just buy a tiger when the checks flood
Debating bout spinners on a Tesla
A threesome with some twins I met from Kansas
Damn bruh
For Melinoe a man hunt
Sat in silence often for the cost I paid in fortune
Sneaking liquor from momma stash reflecting we was poor kids
Holding signs for 75 bucks I’m feeling so rich
Like that next bag of better made bitch it’s on me
Any faygo or now and laters it’s on me
Break off my momma so her lunch is on me
Ascend to greet my ancestors
With a fake ID