Bruce Leroy
(Shit, that's a Danny G beat) yeah
Chain glowing and I punch shit, Bruce Leroy
Huh, yeah shittyBoyz
Chain glowing and I punch shit, Bruce Leroy
Win streak 50-1 with him, I could beat Floyd
Fuck Saks up, Polamalu, you ain't seen Troy
AR with the range, I'll slide a score
Three point headshot, shoot it in yo face
Like our deadeye on
Air Forces, beam on the stick
Turn my Jedi on
Take him straight to the Arabs
I ain't selling phones
Heard you got some shooters on yo team
I'ma set the zone
Feel jacks, rap star, and I'm still scamming
Batman, black Scat Pack
Ride with six gadgets
Couldn't fit the whole case of Wock'
Had to six pack it
Chopstick take him on a ride
We'll Six Flags him
Smoking on Gеlato, either Apricot or Apple
Twist his top off
Wе'll pop him like a Snapple
Juke 12 out, I'ma dodge 'em, tryna tackle
Big-ass plate, man
This lobster has me baffled
Couldn't touch the net
Now I'm sitting on the basket
Rap chose me, if you gifted, it'll happen
Dior welcome mat
Told the bitch that I'm Aladdin
A hunnid on the 'Gram
Bitches lined up like a pageant
Bitch, I'm really up, nah, I do not borrow
Big thanks to the mailman, nah, not Carl
You was wishing in a well
I was tryna pop Fargo
Bitch, I'm really scoring in the city
I am not Darko
Been the shit, I can send a hit
Got exquisite drip
Foreign shit like an immigrant
Debit BIN really do magic
Hit the pen with it
I'ma thank God for the punch
Then go sin with it
Airbnb with six rooms, you at a Red Roof
Hitman got a aimbot, he gon' head shoot
10K on me, ain't a dollar I'll lend you
"Human" on my right one
"Race" on my left shoe hoes burnt out
On the 'Gram shaking ass for free 1K a day
This new card is gon' last for weeks
OT in LA, flashing racks at the beach
I'ma look down at yo ass
Need to stack some cheese
Half of these hoes mice, other half cobra
You the type to shoot the shot
Even if the pass over
Straight drop turned the cream pop
Into a black soda
Come through shooting HD like I'm
2000s baby, spent two thousand on my kicks
You ain't got a hunnid? I just
Spent that OT on the list time is money
Won't waste neither on no bitch
I been in my bag locked in
On some focus shit
Chrome Heart on, leave her heart broke
I'm so rude
You dick sucking, I'm just making money
How I'm 'posed to chop eat his ribs up
The bullets wanted soul food
They said I wouldn't be where I'm at, shit
I told you huh, shit, I told y'all
Not coming Timbs till the first
Time the snow falls
Unc' throwing white at the fiends
Not no snowballs i can show you how to make
A thousand off of phone calls
Showboat, they won't do shit
Watch me show off
Scat look like a hovercraft, how it float off
Bitch want Dior flops just to
Show her toes off
On that one shit, I'm on fire
I don't know Off
Three thirties on me Steph, Seth, and Dell
Just yesterday I made ten off Zelle
Treat her like shit till she catch my mail
One two times for every L I felt
(Shit, that's a Danny G, beat)