Woah
Okay, let me see
Okay
Woah, woah, woah
Shawty, what's the vibe
She came with some vibes
Baby, I'm too smooth
That's why you gon' let me slide
I got too much game
I put truth up in my lies
I got so much pain
I took two of them at a time
Two blunts at one time
Two cups at one time
That was too much, so I threw up
Had me cooped up in my ride
When I got home, hit the store
Then I boo'd up with my dime
Bae, you know how I'm gon' do ya
I go scuba when I dive, huh
Then I get back to it
I got moolah on my mind
Diamonds come straight from the jeweler
It look cooler when it shine
Give a f*ck bout the intruders
Cause that ruger on my side
But my shooter still gon' shoot ya
It go booyah, then he died, huh
Booyah, then he died, huh
Booyah, then he died, huh
Booyah, since of junior
Smokin' Zaza not Pachulia, uh
Yes, I love the streets
But I make racks off the computer
I break backs and then I boot up
I'm gon' tax her before I choose her
I'm gon' mack her before I lose her
I gets active for that gouda
I just stack and count my loot up
And this activist is fuchsia, huh
Whoa, look, I'm a maverick just like Luka
I put gas inside the backwood
Till I'm crashin' just like Stuart
I'm a turtle off this purple
Donatello out the sewer
Tryna tell you I'm the one
They Tryna sell your ass, manure boy
Yeah, boy
Yeah, I like this beat so much
I could kill this bitch again
Ayy, ayy, ayy
If you want me to, let me know
I'll do it again
Cause I'm determined to obtain
Prosperity every motherf*ckin' day