Are you in the mafia?
Tuck them chains in [In
It’s gon’ be a robbery
Super-bad b#tch with me on the way to get hibachi
Seein’ n#gg#s turn into rats like they rob me [Rat
I gave Ril a head nod, in the bar, he done dropped ’em
How I profile my boss, John Gotti [Gotti
She don’t like Percs [Oh, yeah
I hit her with a Scotty [This here
I know where to take ’em, make it sixty-four Rosy [Okay
DMG next, I done killed ’em for Versace
Every n#gg# got all slips in my party [All slips
Rich n#gg# whip, won’t catch me in a [Hell nah
I don’t got no change on me, boy, f#ck a wallet
.223s was meant for his mans, but, he caught ’em
New ‘Cat with the paper tags, b#tch, you know I’m rich
Extra impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blocks
Spoil a b#tch, want a bag, ’cause she know I’m rich
You shouldn’t let me pop off first [Don’t do it
‘Cause b#tch, I ain’t gon’ miss [I ain’t gon’ miss]
I’ma say less [Less
You know I’m hardbody [Grr
I got a lil’ freak b#tch, she nice, and she naughty
You reach for this chain in the club, we stop the party
In the bar, masked up with the gang and the choppy
I’m back talkin’ choppy, bro done hit me with the Wocky
f#cked their b#tch at the party
I won’t tell no b#tch I’m sorry [Uh-huh
In my car
These yutes can find me in the mall
All my racks blue like the fountain
Say he on my #ss, I doubt him
You broke, boy, that’s childish
Get the paper, that’s major
f#ck them stinkin’ hoes, hit ’em later, that later [Haha
You never in your feelings ’bout these racks, now, that’s player [That’s P
A n#gg# violate, cross the line, then erase him
My n#gg# give my forty for the jeans, he in dated [He know
And when I’m out in Georgia, I got family out in Macken
2022, Lod, I’m the motherf#ckin’ saviour [Amen
My puppy plug Asian [Grr
He meet me at the agents
Exotic what I’m blazin’
We got dreads like Jamaicans
We savage like we Haitians [Facts
We don’t try to be courageous [Nah
I done f#cked her upside down, she keep sayin’ I’m creative [Ayy, ayy, ayy
CCW cats, I ate it
I’m the motherf#ckin’ greatest
New ‘Cat with the paper tags, b#tch, you know I’m rich
Extra impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blocks
Spoil a b#tch, want a bag, ’cause she know I’m rich
You shouldn’t let me pop off first [Don’t do it
‘Cause b#tch, I ain’t gon’ miss [I ain’t gon’ miss]
Stop this b#tch [Grr, grr, grr]
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