[Verse 1]
Yeah, sittin' in a room with a handful bands and a handful of thots
I'm sittin' in a room with a handful bands and a handful of thots
Brother on the run from the law, I pray to god, that he never get caught
Triple nine tailored on me 'till the death, boy, I swear this shit like a coat
I fire off shots, I guess to my gun I'ma boss
My pockets fat as fuck, I put the Rick to Ross
Shoot yo' Adam's apple, now it's apple sauce
I feel like Kobe Bryant, 'fore I shoot, boy get crossed
I'm in my lane, I made my lane, so, bitch, I'm surfin'
If I go broke I don't really care, 'cause I'll go back to servin'
I was in the streets lurkin', off of them Perkies, fuckin' a Pursian
Went to the bank and I fucked on the bank, like a muh'fuckin' pervert
Swallow my Family Guy, bitch, I feel like Peter
You run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, yeah, I got my hand on my heater
My flow is off of the meter
I make her scream, "Oh baby, baby," like she's Justin Bieber
Swallow my babies, babies, 'cause I don't need 'em
These n***as my son anyway, so, uh-uh, I'm gon beat 'em
Pull up on the scene, chopper on me with a beam, I'ma shoot like Derek Jeter
Someone might grab a thermometer, 'cause I feel like I got a fever
Ayy, ayy, huh
I don’t wanna fuck a bitch, I don't need her, ayy-ayy
Put a ring 'round her throat, 'cause the lil' bitch a keeper, ayy
She my Victoria Secret
I need the money of pieces, pockets on them, they facetious
Told her to give me a reason, I just been blowin' these trees
I got my brothers back, they got my back too, they will not guilty of treason
Roll up the weed, 'cause I need it I'm smokin' this reefer like Wizzy Khalifa
Run up on me, I'ma shoot, got my hand on my heater, uh, uh-uh-uh, uh
My gun is a thot, just like Mia Khalifa, huh, yeah
My gun is a hoe, just like Mia Khalifa, I come like Nas, 'cause I got the aether
Pull up like, grrah
N***as ain't shit but some hoes, I don't need 'em
I kick to the side
The chopper got a kickback and it hit yo' ass and yo' left eye, yeah
Fuckin' that bitch for a couple of times, yeah
I hit that bitch like, a couple of times, yeah
I pour that syrup, a couple of times
I ran through a Perc' like, a dozen of times, ayy
This little light of mine, it's gon' get cash, and it's track the contrabinds, yeah
I'm searchin', so I find
He a pussy boy, he a feline, yeah
Bitch, I'm Jimmy Hendrix
With this shit I'm kickin'
Shut the fuck up, n***a, listen
Ball on a n***a, no Piston
N***a, I'm army enlisted
Don't give a fuck 'bout a bitch or a n***a
Run up on me, then that clip'll get bigger
Hop on my dick like, she lookin' like Tigger, ayy
I'm in love with her figure
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, big bands
Uh-uh, uh-uh, rain dance
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club, make 'em rain dance
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh-uh, ayy
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, ayy
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club, make 'em rain dance
Just bought a house in the A', huh
N***a need a new vacay, huh
Hit the strip club, make 'em rain dance
[Verse 2]
Uh uh, c’mon
Hit the strip club, damn
U tryna roll up
Uh uh ray bans
Uh uh uh uh ray bans
I’m gonna wait, Ight
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh uh ayy yeah
Louis V frame, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh-uh mason
Louis V frame, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh like a mason
Uh-uh uh like a mason
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh like vation
Uh-uh uh-uh huh
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Came in the club with a k, yeah
Shot a muhfucka in the face, yeah
May a muhfucka no mace, yeah
What I say the first time bro
Louis V frames, no ray bans
[Verse 3]
Uh-uh uh-uh make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh-uh like a bases
Uh-uh uh-uh
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Gettin’ that money like a mason
I’ma no
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Uh-uh uh-uh like masons
Uh-uh uh-uh like Jasons
Uh-uh uh-uh bae fam
Uh-uh uh-uh like a gazin’
Walkin’ on the moon in these Bape pants, yeah
I’m goin’ ape fam
Superman without a cape, yeah, uh
Pull up get baked, yeah
Smokin’ like 420 blaze, yeah
420 blaze it
Smokin’ til’ I’m like a Asian, uh
Heart on the pavement
Don’t give fuck what you sayin’
I’m high so I’m never gon’ land ’
She told she don’t got a man
I told her that I understand
I just wanna rack up the bands
So I could take a trip to France
I already went to France
So I think I may go there again, okay
I get it in
The money, yeah, I’m boutta spend
I feel like Lebron James
Cuz’ I’m jumpin’ above the rim
I’ll stomp em’ out in my timbs, now I got blood on my timbs
I told you I don’t fuck with him
So if you come around here I’ma spin, okay, okay
I guess that I’m stuck in my ways
I’m off of the top like a fade, wait
I’m off of the top like some braids
I’m telling you I make a wave, ayy
They surfin’ all over my place
I told her to surf it all over my face, ayy, ayy
Eatin’ the cake, ayy, ayy
I’m fuckin’ her face, I’m sprayin’ the choppa, it’s lookin’ like mace, ayy
Give a fuck whatchu say, ayy
I guess I’m stuck in my ways, ayy
Make a hit everyday, ayy
Platinum on platinum parade, ayy
Choppa on me it blaze, ayy
It hit you up in yo base, ayy
Spittin’ that real
Fuck how you feel
Rich as fuck
Up in Itchino hills
No record deal
Got a couple mil’
Louis V frames, sittin’ on a, okay
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
I don’t got money I’ma take bands
I don’t have money I’ma ray, yeah
Louis V shades , no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
If I don’t got money I’ma take bands
Uh-uh uh-uh take a break then
She tired take a break then
Get higher than a ceiling fan
These n***as to silly, man
Choppa gon’ pop like a wheely, man
Learn how to pop a wheely, man
Supermotos stay with me, yeah
Feeling like Taylor I’m swiftly, yeah
Like a work a bitch she get busy, yeah
Off the percies bitch I get busy, yeah
Tell yo lil’ bitch get with me, yeah
Transform like wet wiki, yeah
Transform like wet wiki, yeah
Told a n***a I make a history, yeah
I’m cold, I’m blisterin’, yeah
Unsolved like a mistery, yeah
Fuck n***a don’t mention me, yeah
I don’t really know what gottin’ into me, yeah
Fuck her shit up mentally, yeah
I guess I’m just meant to be, yeah
Whatever I’m meant to be, yeah
Money I can’t stop spendin’, yuh
I’m got his block I’ma spin it, yuh
N***as to fake they pretendin’, yuh
They ain’t never have happen endin’, yuh
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
If I go broke I’ma take bands
I don’t give a fuck about yo friends
Pull up on the scene like Conan
She love me like Maconan
I’m gettin’ lost in the moment
Bullets come in 3 like Jonas
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
If I go broke I’ma take bands
I’ll fuck her everday
Fuck her til’ she tired she gon’ need her break then
Make her put a n***a no break then
Shai just walked in the room, yeah
Finna hit the show then move, dance, ayy, ayy
Yeah that’s Bailey that’s my cousin we been goin’ crazy, uh, ayy
He was born in the eighties I’m born in the nineties I’ma nineties baby, uh, ayy
That’s how it goes
I put my dick in yo hoe
That’s at my show, uh
Diamonds in gold
Bitch I’m sick like I just caught me a cold, uh, ayy
Okay then
Say you wanna fight, okay then
When that’s can on the Glock
Cuz’ all I do is spray it
Heard you want some smoke, well
All you gotta do is say it
Leave a fuck n***a on the pavement
Smokin’ til’ I look like a Asian
Jackie Chan how I, uh-huh
Jackie Chan how I kick it
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Choppa hit a n***a make him break dance
Uh-uh ah-ah
Louis V shades, no ray bans
Hit the strip club make em’ rain dance
Shot it at a n***a like break dance
Cuz’ I’m in the scene like Conan
She love me like Maconan
Uh-uh uh-uh like bro, yeah
Uh-uh uh-uh uh ah ahhhhh uh ooooh
Hell nah