If these walls could talk, they'd say keep hotboxin'
Dope air pollutes my thoughts, so that's why I'm toxic
You tryna be tagged up in pics, girl, but I'm not it
Must be the dime that rolled away if I'm outta pocket
You like I say the things he don't
Do the things he won't
Can't keep my name up out her mouth, I'm all in her throat
Don't f*ck you like my other hoes, you get different strokes
I'm Santa Claus, yo' gift in draws, I'ma give and go
Know I'ma go out dyin' rich for times was living po'
Money make the world go round, my shooters spin the globe
Like some strippers spinnin' poles, I seen yo' highs and lows
Bruce Leroy, knew I had it in me, you can't hide the glow
Not givin' a massage if I say I beat her back
F*ck yo' fiancée in tank tops, bringing wife beaters back
I won't eat the bitch pussy, but I'ma feed her facts
Wanna be in touch, but told her that we could be intact
The truth is hard to swallow, hope she got a deep throat
Was in some fire pussy, almost had a heatstroke
For you to ride my wave and keep up, gon' need a speedboat
Don't fix yo' lips for yo' nigga, baby he broke
All yo' bitches is polite, not rude
All my bitches keep it tight, not loose
Who down to loot, kill, or fight? Not you
Keep hearin' that I'm blessed, ain't give a achoo
Cartier lens
5 for the tint
Tryna f*ck, then let me know, ain't got time for a hint
Baby want the demon time, Father God I'm bout to sin
She ain't have no father figure, when we f*ck, we play pretend
Bring the cat, it's D.O.A
Don't be playin' keep away
Briefly beat the box up, like I'm tryna beat a case
I see the bitch in yo nigga, like he got Madea face
Hit it once, still my collection, shit I'ma need a tray
You see the prints on my pants, it's either blues or this dick
Because I'm lit, we made a flick
Oh that's her friend, I made 'em kiss
Never posting her man 'cause that nigga don't exist
Find me in her contacts, under BBC Chris
Bitch, you gotta pay the store owner for me to store your number
I got a pussy plunger for the cat, when it leak, I'm the plumber
This the boom boom room, make that ass sound like thunder
Hit the bitch with the jack rabbit, that's why they call me Thumper
Bitch, how high canoe in it, I stroke and smoke
Bitch, I'm Lil Uzi in it, I shoulder roll
Bitch, yo' friend asked how big is it, I know she know
Bitch, I'll trick you in October like this OVO
God put this weed on earth for me and you, holy smokes
I'm in a comma coma
My dopamine is dollars
No yola, only Yoda
I paid to be Prada
Sippin' dark like it's soda
MK, finish him, don dada
Quid pro quo, we matching quota
No snitchzels here, don't do the rada
For some change, she'll do some' strange
And a dolla' make her holla'
Favorite color is the blues, and green and pink like a guava
Blacking out on everything, feel like Kanye, on my Donda
If the bitch don't got buns, then she won't get anaconda
Laughing going into Chase, and the punchline is you jokesters
Must be working at a bank, if you ever think I'm broker
It is not a nerf fight, if I bring out the super soaker
I be all up in her neck and on her neck like a choker
I must be Jason Voorhees, how I drown in the drip
Don't be tryna double dip, already got too much on yo' chip
Took yo' bae, gotta wait yo' turn, it's best if you skip
Uno, I'm the one they want, game over, Lil Flip
Lil hoe, I'm pushing p, she gon' pull my penis out
Her head can make the headlines, yeah, the ones you read about
Pinch yourself, I'm that guy, yeah, the one you dream about
If I want it, I'ma get it, I don't even see amounts
Rolling loud then blowing loud, till it put me sound asleep
Keep my circle small, you see the same crowd surrounding me
Chained to that money, never free, it was bound to be
How I'm a dog, but pussycat keep on hounding me
I'ma pound this freak
Wearing Wallabies, only Clark we know
Ain't no Clark Kent, I ain't saving hoes
Wit' my road dog, running with my woes
Proud my money passed with all A's, it's a honor roll
Mixed with common cold
Pool of my jewels is a pot of gold
They ain't stopping bro, I put that on foe'
Life's Monopoly, collect cash and go
Pussy slap a hoe, just for acting bold
Then I pack a bowl of that Capt. Oz
I'm in a comma coma, my dopamine is dollars
No yola, only Yoda
I paid to be Prada
Sippin' dark like it's soda
MK, finish him, don dada
Quid pro quo, we matching quota
No snitchzels here, don't do the rada
For some change, she'll do some' strange
And a dolla' make her holla'
Favorite color is the blues and green and pink like a guava
Blacking out on everything, feel like Kanye, on my Donda
If the bitch don't got buns, then she won't get anaconda