Black panoramic with no ceiling on it
Black cat mob, from night until the morning
You lookin’ at my cup, you worried ‘bout where I’m pouring
Baby, let me heal them cuts, like I’m Neosporin
I’m on gas and I’m on Runtz and I’m still in here recording
I can’t talk to none of these b#tches ‘cause all these b#tches be boring
You know I run to the cheese, I run to the money, I do it for mom
Oh, yes, they hate to see me up
Ballin’, they gon’ fall
I got spikes up on my jeans, b#tch, I feel like Bowser
I been puffing on that green, I ain’t sniffin’ powder
You will get burned up by these b#tches
You gon’ gеt burned up by these b#tchеs
You gon’ get burned up by these bridges
You gon’ get burned up by these b#tches
She want Chanel, oh-yeah
Buy it for my b#tch, I love to splurge, oh-yeah
Playin’ with the mob, it be a purge, oh-yeah
Choppa bullets get you fallin’, hit your head, oh-yeah
Spent some bands on her purse, my pockets don’t hurt
You could get merked, yeah
Put your #ss on a shirt
Crossin’ my fingers hopin’ that it works
Thanking up to God ‘cause I’m getting what I deserve
All my sons watchin’, listenin’, I know they lurk
Keep an F&N in case a n#gg# wan’ get burned
I could see these b#tches, yeah, they nosy and they lurk
Keep it kinda quiet to myself, I can’t blurt
If you run up on me, get to firin’ at the clerk
b#tch, we finna leave but get the f#ck up out the [?]
Diamonds on my necklace, let it glisten, yeah, they purr
Diamonds on my wrist, it got the b#tches saying, “Purr”
I got rich now, took a trip right to the bank, I’m with your b#tch now
n#gg# talkin’ out his head, he better sit down
Walkin’ out Chanel with hundred thousand stone fists now
Used to stay up in the mode, tell ‘em in the Ritz now
So much lean up in my f#cking kidneys, gotta piss now
So much lean up in my f#cking kidneys, purple piss out
Black panoramic with no ceiling on it
Black cat mob, from night until the morning
You lookin’ at my cup, you worried ‘bout where I’m pouring
Baby, let me heal them cuts, like I’m Neosporin
I’m on gas and I’m on Runtz and I’m still in here recording
I can’t talk to none of these b#tches ‘cause all these b#tches be boring
You know I run to the cheese, I run to the money, I do it for mom
Oh, yes, they hate to see me up
Ballin’, they gon’ fall
I got spikes up on my jeans, b#tch, I feel like Bowser
I been puffing on that green, I ain’t sniffin’ powder
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