| Wit' a bad bitch, finna bust down the ceiling |
| Ain't no average shit, nigga, you know how I feel |
| No-no-no average hoes, nigga, you know how it is |
| In the back of the Rolls truck, havin' overspills, yeah |
| In the Rolls truck, playin' wit Glock |
| Bad bitch takin' off her top |
| I'm too wavy, might go pop |
| This tear down like the Taliban, play wit' this shit, get mopped |
| How I count up, go berserk |
| I'm in Dallas wit' my lil niggas, take yo' lil top, put you on a shirt |
| And we rich for real, nigga, all these bands, we drop the top, she close— |
| We close the curtains |
| Every time I crack a seal, my bitch get in her feelings |
| We touched a meal ticket, lil nigga, we tryna touch a billion |
| Bad bitch seen me up, she know we up for real |
| Before we was on, we was scorin' seals |
| My whips foreign, my clothes foreign, got foreign broads |
| Keep foreign shit all in the crib, all in the garage |
| Colorful whips, you know it, you know it |
| I'm steerin' the wheel, you know that I'm floorin' |
| This ho been callin' my phone for days, you know that I'm goin' to ignore it |
| Keep Gen-5 when I'm on stage, yeah that bitch too important |
| I've been poppin' my shit for ages, I tried to warn you |
| You duckin' the feds, nigga, I'm duckin' these warrants |
| These niggas really my sons, really count up every all damn morning |
| 2 years in, I really had 2 M's, that was during my first run |
| I really had racks stacked up, nigga, yeah, soon as I had my son |
| My lil niggas dead, yeah, they packed or they go in a runt |
| Real niggas tried to take it, not bout' money, bitch too spacious |
| When they hurt about these hoes, these hoes, they be too shameless |
| Yo' ho fucked the whole gang, that ho don't show no shame |
| Really iced out a plain Jane, rose gold, that bitch all stainless |
| I just woke up off pills, that's just how I'm feelin' |
| I've been geeked up, bitch, off pills, now I'm way past the ceiling |
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