I bought that shit for my mama
I stood right in front of your honor,
When I got home, ran up commas
Ooh, Cartiers on look like Arthur, uh
Bitch I'm your daddy, your father
Who that be talkin' 'bout drama
I'm with Mango Foo hangin'
Sick with the flute, cook
In the Mulsanne and my seat
Throw the bitch off of the back,
She wanna fuck the whole group
But I can't cuff her, no shackles on you
We fuck and that's all that we do
Ate a plate full of molly,
Bitch on her knees off the skis
Diamonds all white like the priest
Maison Margiella on sleeves
I'm dressin' like I'm Japanese
The doors was closed, I kicked it open
I had the fire, it was cocked and loaded
Stand in the kitchen with my eyes wide
Need a gas mask, it's too po tent
The street that you walking on,
Quality Control this shit (control it)
Quality Control your bitch
You might wanna hold your dis
'Cause nigga we folding shit
Walk in the spot, so many straps
Young nigga who pole is this?
Now all the hot records I'm on it
Young nigga y'all owe me this
nig ga free Meek (free Meek)
Carats jumping off the chain,
Whippin' up bricks in the
Superstar shawty, my newest
Keep it lowkey but I'm hittin'
Free my bro Nino from prison, yeah
He hide the crack in the ceiling,
Quay bought a whip so I gotta
We coppin' whips like it's none' to do
We hit these hoes then we switch- a- roo
I done hit everything in the city
Quay done hit everything in the city
Take done hit everything in the city
I got the kids on lock, huh
She eatin' kids on spot, huh
I parked the Yacht at the dock
Got a new Glock, same color
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