[Verse 1]
Forever slutty kama sutra crosswords
Forever fuck’em coma till they lost words
God damn I wish the n***a would just talk first
Silence lil n***as like they awkward
Downtown I be livin' in a new loft
20 ft ceilings just because I never had a pops
22 I gotta sit pretty in that porshe box
Drive by enemies tell’em that I won't stop
(Shit, shit) Imagine how they'll feelin'
Rather get this houla give a fuck bout how they feelin'
Me and two n***as dreads swingin' make a killin'
You would think its Chiraqgang of wolves ice grillin' like
(ahhhhhhhhhhh…)
Put your hands to the ceiling
Used to be a fan
But this rappers a villain
Credit card scams
Made him rich without stealing
Get a quarter milly
No labels & dealings
(Fuck em all)
Couple commas put your friends on
N***as stay fronting need a bitch
To pretend on
Wanna, wanna cop what I spend on
Rather keep it hunnid
Like the n***as in my friendzone

[Verse 2]
Clappin' a round
Ride through the city
Like what's happenin' now
Break down fortress
Run up in the crib taking everything gorgeous
Nigerians an fraud
Voodoo got my n***as beating all of the charge
All of em Gods
All you see's the black
That’s all of the cars
R letter cars
Pretty sitting bitches
Thats all of our broads
Pull up to the spot (x2)
And all of them pause