Sex with me, so amazing All this all work, no vacation Stay up off my Instagram with your temptation Hit a switch on a fake nigga like a station Vodka and water, and a lemon And a few other things I cannot mention Ooh nana nana five fingers on it Five

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

Swervin', hit them curbs on 'em, curbs on 'em, yeah In the coupe like a bird on 'em, bird on 'em, yeah Said my lil' baby swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And my lil' baby swerve on 'em, swerve on 'em, yeah She

Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world (No lie) I might be I feel like the greatest joker to honkies sounding like me Never be as good, never be as good Packing up wife-beaters, white t-shirts, but what? I'm the greatest Best

They say that nigga that don't talk much is that nigga that having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first no more drive-bys we do walk-ups We on top ain't no runner up, come on outside take the chalk up Look like I just bought the bank all this

Come on, big dawg, where you wanna meet? (Dawg, where you wanna meet?) This shit, it just fill up my entity (Yeah) Made me just feel like my enemy (Yeah) I might just turn into my inner beast (Yeah) Know we tote choppers, we in the streets (Yeah) You

Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God) Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud) Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom

Brad Pitt, that's my cousin When you see me in the club Angelina show me love You got me fucked up Like you don't know what's up All my Angelinas if you got it let me see it Brad, Brad, Pitt Slick shit man that's all we do hoe That little homie let me

Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved And truthfully, I'd rather be

Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dad Too turnt up, can't help that Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back Bitch so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she