Yeah
A couple girls and some liquor come on
You know the thangs that you feelin you want
Millionaire status I do what you won’t
Living your realty I get what I want
I was rolling up the fye and ducking the polls
Riding around dirty like I rep Swishahouse
Spitz rolling up the swisher till they was all out
Funny how the count me out now the counting on me
While I counting on the bands Carti bands on me
That’s Carti lenses Carti pendants
Leave the haters and the oops all dead offended
Call the boy cardiac Kemba fresh
Catch me f#cking with crowd like the boy Artest
And I’m only drinking aces man f#ck a test
And I’m all about a check while you checking on me
The flows outta this world call Spike Lee
And I got more runners then a damn stampede
Why the f#ck you hatin that she all up on me
And I did it my way young Frank Sinatra
Black suited out I’m looking like mobsta
Red wine to go down smooth with the pasta
Turn this b#tch a knob up turnt into a monster
Had a couple girls at same time thats Minaj
And I never met Nicki but when I pull up yeah it’s a type yikess
Gotta couple chrome hearts and some lite Nikes
This is the source and I got the five Mics
And I’m going bad you can beat it like mike
Uh yeah promise damn yeah dubtee
I promise I don’t care I promise I don’t care
I like to smoke alotta weed and blow it in the air
I promise I don’t care I promise I don’t care
I promise you like to be the one that’s over here
Real ones over here we don’t f#ck with you that is quite clear that is quite clear
Apparently I’ve been getting messages from girls
That’s telling me they are hooked like dope amphetamine
My ex girl crying like you got the better me
She mad me at drunken punch love what a tragedy
I pull up kill the scene excuse me for the casualties
Dubtee the army we always had the strategy
Michael Strahan the game every morning waking up to a nice thing
I’m like Andy Warhol in a ice chain
Cold hearted crossover like I’m bubba chuck
First place I don’t really do the runners up
Haters keep talking sh#t put those hundreds up
And the boy got drive like the Bentley truck
Like the Bentley truck this my lifestyle I promise I can’t make it up
I had to look real real hard for a single f#ck
And the only singles I give the ones throwing up in the sky
While she Dance baby gon’ clap it up
Gucci did the jacket now tell me is that dap enough
Dapper Dan with blunts rolled up you know I’m living up
San Jose eastside knows how I give it up
Ima promise one thing nah I ain’t letting up
Nahhhh I ain’t letting up
f#ck that
Have to deal with this
Yeah I promise I don’t
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