Gangsters have this thing about flowers

They think whoever sends the biggest arrangement cares the most

Walk-in, straight pussy action

They some freaks

They trying to take it off

Woke up, jump straight in traffic

I just bought, like, 20 to the mall

But I was taught to cuff it

I can't pass your pussy ass the ball

I've been seen 400

I've been blowing cash by nothing

Brought me one more car and gave the last one up, like it was nothing

I ain’t tryna say that I'm rich, but I just turnt a lot to something

I got a big ass house, but find my way up on the block, thuggin

Nappy head want dreads, bitch, love to see the way I'm thumb. Bitch, I'm bout my bread

All my dawgs be hopping out for nothing go new Celinе instead

Bitch, love my smell, Chanеl, something

She gon wet the bed

I get behind her

Slip my left, I'm dumb, y'all, y'all, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, Get in her pants , I'd rub the clit that turn up

I'm not your last, I go Chanel, just add me up

Y'all, y'all, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I like we're going, T-Mo cars, I batted up

I get the blown for pussy niggas trying to catch me up

Yo, yo, yo, bitch going

I got them stuff

In sprinter vans

I white girl get off coke

It ain't enough, she want it pop zen

New Margiela, when I come through, I'm booted up, need more cash

Y'all, y'all, uh, I like Rick owns, emo vibes, I'm batted up

Jump out, get to blown for pussy niggas trying to catch me up