June, you're a genius
Yeah, open up, hey
Mane, look, stop it
Always got my name in some gossip
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi
That redbone you crushin', she want me to fuck her
I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'
And that what you call a concussion
Went hard 'fore I ever made a rap check
Gettin' money out the streets
Ducked off, I was servin' on the Southside
But I stayed in the East
Told the bitch cook some hot wings and Ro-Tel
We don't go out to eat
What you doin'? Gon' mob a nigga up then
Wipe the dick off neat
Give a fuck about a ring but I'm smokin' wedding cake
Hood still in my jeans, I was eatin' a hot plate
Tryna reach a new level, these niggas too content
Big homie might snap, he gon' do it off the strength
She just got it sewed in, but I'm pullin' every inch
Used to get a hotel, now we fuck behind tint
Had to get a nigga hit, 'cause he tried to go against
Pulled up in his yard, left his ass on the fence
It ain't no end to this trend
Double our truck, ain't no 4MATIC Benz
They like, He at it again
I just put me a new whip in the wind
I'm having way too much money
Make a bitch dizzy the way that I spend
I'm havin' way too much money
Count up and repeat it again
Mane, look, stop it
Always got my name in some gossip
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi
That redbone you crushin', she want me to fuck her
I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'
And that what you call a concussion
Lil' buddy got the fye but don't pop it
Audemars came from the faucet
Lamborghini, Forgiato wet, mop it
Glock 40, shoot his shoulder out his socket
Big dick, you could whip it like hibachi
Walkin' in my robes, it's Versace, Versace
69 shooters and they nothin' like Tekashi
Keep one in the head, tryna cock it, they done shot ya
Switch it, the Maybach, the Lambo', the 'Rari
Sorry, pardon, my drip retarded
Outer space, Marvin the Martian
Better get your bitch up off the market, huh
Young Vince Carter with the carbon
I can paint a picture in your head, I'm a artist
Richard Mille wet, and it got my wrist soggy
Hit it from the back, style doggy, yeah
Maison Margiela my coat, ho
Where was you at? I was broke, no hope
I put the plug in the yolk and I go
Death or dishonor, I live by the oath
Yeah, gotta get the money bag, yo
Fifteen a hunnid two, three times, then four
Nigga, bet I'll cross that line, we gon' blow
It's a bust down, can't even see the time in this ho
Mane, look, stop it
Always got my name in some gossip
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi
That redbone you crushin, she want me to fuck her
I'm three hours late, sippin' 'Tussin
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin'
And that what you call a concussion
Let me see your wrists
This ain't it, I just spoke with the chief
Comin' straight off the top, Chanel bandana
This style ain't free
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, style ain't free
Gotta pay for this here
