Gimme Dat!
Fuck that boy, he might tell on me
Walk in the car and it smell on me!
I had a hammer and a nail on me
She don't need to know where I'm at
I walk in the trap, I'm smoking on gas
In the AMG, he coming in last
SMG and imma blast
I'm friends with every worker up at Saks
You want a verse lil bro, imma tax
Off a perc, geeked up to the max
Need the bandos, needed them racks
Call up Bando, I need a pack
I done got a K and a Mac
Ridin around with the Drake in the back
Nigga want smoke, nigga say less
I saw his bitch up in Payless
I put a lil hund, she go apeshit
I need a bunch, I need that shit
Juggin these kids like "Gimme that shit!"
Juggin lil boys like "Gimme that shit!"
Banana clip on the Drake stick
Ya bitch a vegan but she ate this
Give it up, or imma take it
Fuck his bitch, yeah she take it
These niggas, I ain't even wanna fake kick
Ion wanna talk, Ion wanna say shit
Don't wanna talk, I don't wanna say shit
Just me and Summrs ridin
Around with the blick!
Them racks on me when I walk in Saks Fifth
I miss the wock, time to green with the Rick
Say he want smoke
But he ain't really with that shit
Lil boy, nigga you innocent
Have them racks up, count up them dividends
Niggas sweet, yeah they sweeter than cinnamon
Bad bitch off the white girl love the clairo
No 9 on my jeans, and it cost a payroll
I be pourin up the lean
Mix it with the Faygo
Have a sister XD, out for the Draco
Shooters all on my team like GI Joe
This bitch actin like she ain't
Ever heard of me
Told her click the fuckin link in the BIO
Pull up in a IS350
My pockets so fat, that's some fee fi fo
"Autumn really that nigga"
Yeah bitch I know
Just me in my season, me in my glo
We still from Oakland, that 450
It's still free Bugg, fuck 5-0
With Sosa in my crib, you know he strapped up
Call up Sosa Guzman, no El Chapo
If a nigga talkin shit, imma bring the Chapo
If you ain't suckin dick
You gettin blocked hoe
Imma pull up with the stick
And let it pop hoe
And them paintball guns and
Them fucking props hoe
GImme that shit, yeah I need it pronto