| Mm-mm |
| I keep seein' red and I’m draped in the all black, hah |
| I keep seein' red, draped in the all black, hah |
| Voices in my head sayin', «Get a nigga whacked» |
| Balenciaga fit with a Bali gangster fashion |
| Balenciaga bitch got off runway up in Paris |
| Balenciaga kicks, you step on these and get embarrassed |
| Knowin' that I’m lit, my side bitches wanna marry me |
| Know I’m certified, a couple niggas wanna bury me |
| Definition of provide, my pockets like a charity, I give back |
| My dog turned snake, he was a real nigga, I give him that |
| Keep word is was, benefit or doubts can make you lack |
| Crippin', but I’m seein' red flashes, I had to fall back |
| Call me, I slid for you, I called and you ain’t call back |
| How that work? I put you first, can’t reimburse my love back |
| Rode for you like hubcaps, that’s no cap, I’m speakin' fact |
| Give a nigga love taps, it’s all love, but it’s a wrap |
| How we go from hugs and daps to slug and slaps? How we collapse? |
| Man, I’m whole different lane |
| Private jet, I rent the plane |
| Think I might just buy a plane |
| Fly 'til I am the plane |
| Flawless diamonds on my chain |
| Nick the jeweler did this thang |
| Money make my pants hang, I walk like I ain’t got home-trained |
| My shooter, he ain’t got it all, he lost his sense on mojo |
| In his jail cell smokin' Ice Spice |
| 'til he loco |
| Institutionalized, he want Chi Chi’s, fuck a Bossa Nova |
| All he know is homicide, he brainwashed, my top soldier |
| Ayy, tell a nigga, «Lock in» |
| My focus up, my paper up, I’m feelin' polished |
| Her legs up, a freaky slut, and she in college |
| My head up, was fed up, I stayed solid |
| Rainy days rained on me, when it rain it pour |
| Balenciaga rain coat tellin' the rain to go |
| Rain, sleet, or snow, I chase a check, you movin' slow |
| Ayy, 'fore I sell my soul, I’d rather go and sell a boat |
| Or a sell a ho and break a ho like she was somethin' to smoke |
| Game in the choke, they tappin' out, but I ain’t lettin' go |
| I’m gettin' throat from that rap nigga bitch and he don’t know |
| Don’t trust her though, don’t trust a ho as far as I can throw |
| In the mix like bakin' soda |
| Quick trip to Indiana and 'Nola |
| Take the switches off the toaster |
| Binaries on the poker |
| Every time I make a post, bitches' pussy gettin' soakin' |
| Nigga better watch his ho, you ain’t heard they gettin' stolen? |
| Shawty had a ring around her finger, she was still open |
| Come and get your bitch, she choosin', mama always said I’m chosen |
| Only thing she get from me is dick and you be trickin' over it |
| Your bitch leave her happy home just to fuck up on my sofa |
| Bisexual bitch, I fuck her like a bear, we bipolar |
| Can’t pick a bitch, if it was up to me, want all of 'em |
| This glove won’t fit around this dick, I’m O.J. Simpson brother |
| She got the wrong sized rubber, so raw how we fuckin' |
| I’m curvin' bitches that I used to beat my dick to |
| Tell Vivica Fox I treat cougars like they cook food |
| Megan good, keep that shit tight for me and it’s understood |
| I ain’t no pastor, but if you want me to, I could and would |
| Ayy, tell a nigga, «Lock in» |
| My focus up, my paper up, I’m feelin' polished |
| Her legs up, a freaky slut and she in college |
| My head up, was fed up, I stayed solid |
| Rainy days rained on me, when it rain it pour |
| Balenciaga rain coat, tellin' the rain to go |
| Rain, sleet, or snow, I chase a check, you movin' slow |
| Ayy, 'fore I sell my soul, I’d rather go and sell a boat |
| Nigga, lock in |
| And she in college |
| I’m feelin' polished |