Spent a few racks up in Dior fucking on your bitch like she’s all mine I keep that heat on my hip tucked you only talk that shit online pull up I’m filming a movie I’ll shoot a goof out his hoopty then pull up and snatch his jewelry rip to the woo I roll with some goons you a Buffon might pull up and send you to your tomb 100 racks I’m caking I’m talking bout all the money I’m making these hoes all be snaking my drip on 100 automatic keep me a strap cop me a whip bitches on my dick presi on me this shit wet I’m lapping em run up a check brain freeze from that ice on my neck get the bread and baguettes fucked up too much I got no feelings my garage look like a car dealer space coup I be whippin coppin birds like it’s thanksgiving smoking this loud got my head in the clouds started this style copy it now got too much money too count coming in rack it up stack it up freebandz and just to let u know my glock got beam I’m keeping it balances if he run up he get flipped like gymnastics turned to a vegetable peelin his cabbage ain’t even 21 yet but I’m still a savage pop me a perky sippin that tec fuck on yo bae she givin me neck tucking that glizzy right next to me dick hangin with killers this shit official quick to draw this shit like a scribble ready to pop your ass just like a pimple