Hey, yo!
Ay yo, my chef been whipping for three days straight Fiends lined up for four houses down, no shake
What the fuck is gasoline on your face?
No case.
Truck deals easy.
Moon pools just looking like space.
Sean Paul, Gordie Yank, see through Jamaican tank top Hopped out them two-tone Lord, make the banks stop Live events with no strings, please
Doubt me if you need five or better, baby, not in a Brianna sweater.
And y'all triple beam lovers.
Flip hit a stem and he loved it Flip hit a stem like a trumpet He fell out his wheelchair, now I wonder
Hey yo, who rockin' the road from head to toe?
If you pull it out, you better blow He might got it, you never know, style blow
out of lingo gown shop his fingers down you broke this rainy savage on coke
A few girls, just to get a little love In my day, you learned the hard way with girl up who was I'm like you, took a few L's, won a few
We'll see you next time.
Chains off, you're already chain smokin' Feenin' for a Vic, feenin' for a Sig Flo Mama's in here to the soul Biscuit, chicken box, chicken pox are not dirty Socks with the hole, buy the big toe This is everything I hope for, wish for, and more All I ever wanted was a Benzo, bimbo Gemstones in a red Pele like I'm Jim Jones On a new chain, left it on my dress to box Where it's locked, pulled up in some dead stock Dressed socks, wearin' Crocs, dressed in Fox
Bearing thoughts, stepping out, dripping, not sweating like a paradox.
Check it out.
Change like a mystery.
Chains like Chains like Chains like
Mr. T change like Mr. T change like Mr. T
I can't answer the phone right now.
I'm cooking, though.
I can't talk to you right now, bitch.
I'm cooking dough.
Dolphins in the pot, damn merino.
You know, I can't talk to you right now, baby.
I'm cooking dough.
Ah, second floor apartment with the burners on high.
Get your hands high.
Got it for the low but the drought price high.
Off-white clouds tell me Virgil in the sky.
My bitch like, is it air blow or eye blow?
I don't know.
I know coke.
I know Balenciaga coats.
I know light of flames under bent spoons, black smoke.
Backstroke through the blood, money, and the cracks.
Can't breathe.
Crying denim tears look like snowflakes on the jeans.
That's perfect for me, because I bring snow through every step.
They don't love you no more Once the feds come, they don't love you no more
They don't love you no more.
Once the money gone, they don't love you no more.
Al Wu hit the stem and he loved it.
High out his mind, cooked the whole brick.
