Louie, wake up
Woah
Yeah, woah
Lil Donny in this b#tch
Woah
Hate it or love it
b#tch, I’m too hot, got my sh#t out the oven
Blueberry, Burberry, diamonds, they bussin’
I hit my jeweler like he was my cousin
Boy, what you need? I said double or nothin’
Ayy, folks get me right ‘fore I head out the country
So I get too clean, I dropped out, I was hustlin’
Nah, I’m JK, I got kicked out for tusslin’
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Hit that lil b#tch with a hook like a feature
Two piece with rice for the free, I’m a creature
Fresh than a b#tch, gettin’ head by the bleachers
Coach put me in, Retro 4’s on my sneakers
She give me top, that lil’ ho for the freeskers
Alexander McQueen, let it blow through the speakers
I just turn up for nothing, he slippin’ and slumpin’
His b#tch on my dick, she for sure not a keeper
Ayy, DC go crazy, Lil’ Don get it jumpin’
Aiming straight right for your head, he a pumpkin
808’s bumpin’, this b#tch keep on suckin’
b#tch run my money, all hundreds, keep thumbin’
She be like, “Boy, you so silly, I love it”
I just walked out of your club, I was stumblin’
I’m sippin’ sizzurp, lil’ b#tch, Uncle Ruckus
KC might pop out, he might slide with a musket
n#gg# like, f#ck it
Brodie like, f#ck it
Hit from the back, put my dick in her stomach
Groupie ho, she look like LeToya Luckett
How you say that you ballin’? b#tch, you on a budget
I’m that n#gg#, they don’t understand how I does it
b#tch, I ball like Carmelo ’04 in the Nuggets
I’m not gon’ discuss it
So b#tch, hate it or love it
That sh#t that he did, b#tch, I already done
He made a 10, now he thinkin’ he rich
I make 10, okay, turn that b#tch right to a brick
I just left out the bay, finna hit a lil’ skit
Did a show in your city, I’m feelin’ too rich
How much you make? This like two-hundred bricks
I roll deep in this b#tch, it’s like two-hundred sticks
I got two-hundred hoes tryna suck on this dick
Meet me after the show, all you get is a pic
Post on the ‘Gram, I log off and they click
Rappin’ #ss n#gg#s, they stay on my dick
Flight after flight, I head home for a lil’ bit
Then I vaycay, book a room with the Ritz
This not no regular weed, leave em tweakin’
You cannot smoke with big dawgs, you a b#tch
You a Shih Tzu, b#tch, I hang with the pits
b#tch, I’m at DOA, I spend ten on some shrimp
Ice on the regular
f#ck on your b#tch and she blue, call her Nebula
A lil’ n#gg# like Don, I make this sh#t look regular
You can’t catch up to gang, b#tch, I’m way too ahead of you
And just blow up my celluar
Start from beginning
I’m the big dog, them lil’ n#gg#s pretending
He wasn’t f#ckin’ with gang, leave him starving then
b#tch just popped her a perc, now the room keep on spinning, my palms keep on itching, keep-
Hate it or love it
b#tch, I’m too hot, got my sh#t out the oven
Blueberry, Burberry, diamonds, they bussin’
I hit my jeweler like he was my cousin
Boy, what you need? I said double or nothin’
b#tch get me right ‘fore I head out the country
So I get too clean, I dropped out, I was hustlin’
Nah, I’m JK, I got kicked out for tusslin’
Ice on the regular
f#ck on your b#tch and she blue, call her Nebula
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