Namine
Fitted cap with the brim bent
Stay lit like a incense
Skinny pants filled with big bands
New chucks got me feeling like the man
Understand that I don't give a damn
Swear I love it when she pop that thang
And she throw that ass back like a boomerang
She got the top cat and a real good brain
I might let this chick rock my Benny chain
But don't get spooked boo
I'm a buy you Jimmy Choo Choo
We could rock with the gang on the plane
Thang land on a strip right out in Peru
Thick slut with a big butt and she turned up off the pink dust
Tell your sis let's link up 'cause I'm trying to get with her too, her too
Ganja got it clouded so I'm taking off my shades
Music loud, now this function looking like a rave
Speakers playing EDM, we'll probably never sleep again
At 5 AM, lets call Khalifa, Wiz or maybe even Mia
Call me chief, I roll the kef up with the fucking reefer
On the mic I'm like a preacher giving sermon to my people
Creflo, mo' dollars
I love her if she swallows
Hit it with a condom, I can't have no baby mamas now
I feel like it's the return of the Mack now
But call me Kirby 'cause I eat it then I blow her back out
Gone
Ain't no time to react now
Run to the green like a cash cow
Pocket fat now, I never back down
WWE, man I'm drilling her back out
What's the facts now?
High off the codeine, no come the zine
Pull up in the all black now
Top down hell a clean
Never sober, just off the bean
And relax now, she a fan of me
Man, her next and her last is a lesser me
Bought her jewelry straight from Co Stephanie
But it just for me, boy it's just for me
Take care of yourself first
You a king boy, know your worth
How many times gonna run this shit back just to rehear the verse?
Peep the lyrics, I ain't got to curse
Top dawg, just run it up
Emo side, call her buttercup
Hit her once and she fell in love
Black hearts 'cause she know that I'll never fall in love
Top down but I'm just above
And I tell her where the car facts if I'm hitting that
Run to the field, every day I'm running track
I never snap back 'til snap back
Where the gang and the weed and the hash at?
Never lie about my coming or my past racks
I'm in the scat pack, I don't back track
Pussy nigga keep it back, back
Pull up and then I black, black
Kill' them