Yuh, Lil *****!
You *****
Gling, gling gling (Cris Dinero)
Ayy Phone, pick up the phone
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
***** I ball like Kobe
I don't **** with police
Gas so green like Yoshi
Runnin' to the money like Roshe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig
3 gold rings on my Rosie
Balmain pocket full of posies
Yeah, your girlfriend wanna blow me
Phone don't call for the police
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig (water, ayy ayy)
Gold same color as roses
My pockets are Pinocchio, poking
And that's why she tryna give face to me like a goatee
Hol' up, how do you know me?
***** I ball like Kobe
I don't **** with police
Gas so green like Yoshi
Runnin' to the money like Roshe
Do you wanna **** *****, hold it
Runnin' on my s**t like horsie
Jewlery look so snowy
And your money short just like Morty
You the girl type on the lowkey
I'm the mankind, Mick Foley
Me and Andrea, we whip the Fantasia
You came back to sip, but you so sleep
Y'all ****** ain't on s**t, *****
You was on IG with your stick
Lookin' for a friend [?
***** now might just give me my cig
Phone smoking Tumblr pack in the vip
Not that I ran that back in 2012
Put one in your head like a thot
When I hit, she she said pause
I sent her back like she gave you hell
She gon' trade me half a nut
C*****g on her lady lungs
She made the **** stiffen up
Swallow, so she hiccing up
About to tell her toughen up
When I'm in that shawty's guts
[?
I am never letting up
Like tomato ketchup
Know you need to fess up
I want a Tesla
I'mma get a Tesla
Numbers like professor
Make her learn a lesson
Then I never mess up
***** I ball like Kobe
I don't **** with police
Gas so green like Yoshi
Runnin' to the money like Roshe
***** I ball like Kobe
I don't **** with police
Gas so green like Yoshi
Runnin' to the money like Roshe