This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, deuce in Fanta
If I’m in the scene, I’m flexin’ in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather, we together
This forever, switchin’ bezels every level
Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
Ain’t none of this shit rented
Servin’ fishes, fuck yo’ favorite rapper
Hope he get offended
I was trippin’ off that ho before but promise I ain’t trippin’
I was trippin’ off Ksubi jeans but now my closet drippin’ (Designer)
Got a bag and I couldn’t be Prada
Drop a song and yo’ status went nada
In the booth if I’m tryna get proper
I was a school boy just tryna get collard (Greens)
Homie outside with Alicia (Keys)
I made money from mics, they made money from fiends
Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal
So fuck what’s illegal, I’m different
I really ain’t get a handout
I know half of these rappers were gimmicks
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pendant
All them Os by my songs screamin’ fuck yo’ opinion
No need for a n**** to say that I’m winning
It’s fuck everybody, the way I been feelin’
I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch
So they down for a threesome, n**** (Pimpin’)
This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, deuce in Fanta
If I’m in the scene, I’m flexin’ in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather, we together
This forever, switchin’ bezels every level
Switch a Lambo’ for a Chevy
Backseat heavy from that heavy
Want a bad bitch with the fetti
When she ready, bitch, I’m ready
Fuck the sex, I want that becky
Gimme becky if you let me
I whip slow, my cook game steady
Turn that boy into spaghetti
I could ask a patna in my camp to handle something
They just do it like they beefin’ with Adidas, yeah
Bitches poppin’ pussy for the same skinny n**** droppin’ music
Ain’t nobody had believin’, yeah
Took a couple Ls, I ain’t tweaking
I got money to help all my reasons
I got shorties in all major regions
I jumped in the water and claiming the deep end
(Hold on)
Different money, I’m countin’ those shorties I’m poundin’ on
I know them n***** is pissed
I’ma put the new Patek on, buy my bitch silicone
Then I’ma double again
N***** ain’t solid, I don’t claim a friend
Because when I was knocking, you ain’t let me in
N***** lose vision all over the pussy
Or snake the whole gang for a blue Benjamin
Witness, everyone say that I’m up
I was stuck at the bottom, you ain’t give a fuck
I don’t care for a bitch, I ain’t searchin’ for love
And I don’t trust a soul if he ain’t from above
I ain’t surfing a wave, I got locks, fuck a brush
When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck
They would look at my pain and they ain’t help me up
If you mention my name, say I don’t give a fuck, bitch
This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, deuce in Fanta
If I’m in the scene, I’m flexin’ in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather, we together
This forever, switchin’ bezels every level
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