Asked for her number created a Brain tatoo

Just saw a star and I wished on a million

Cool with all my bros, the opps hate still

Ris Still

I been counting up the kwacha

Convert that to dollars

My job is to run that cash up

She my blunt roller

CC Nina run the ends

Trap too loud lost our common sense

I’m making history

All my niggas on

On the come up gotta chase that P

Last week I huffed your bad b

No I ain’t cuffing still ain’t found my nemo

OG RIS I rep the gang still

Pockets large like downloaded movie files

Cold outside but we keep dropping that heat

Dirty cup been bracking for some ages

Whose the bully now?

Can’t be too soft

When my heartache I just count bread

Fuck a friendzone let’s get paid

Out the studio back to street shit

Young boss am a shareholder

I get dividends big dawg status

She need that fix I need that coochie

Plus she got a man

Niggas keep asking where am at

You can catch me in the trap

See the receipt and I remember which bitch

Imma text you back landline keep ringing

Got clients overseas , they paying out commission

I was on a mission when you pulled up with your friends

Intoxicated what’s the plan?

Gringos in a white van

I be dripping fresh cause the opps

Watching

Trap all night am at your spot

I ain’t talking to no cops

Hit that bitch no evidence

Over 200 for lunch

We had dinner had the brucky on the side

Real niggas in the room fake homies get no seats

His bitch do Airtel Money so that family really popping

Tell the driver to speed up I can’t miss this flip

Said am a threat to her relationship

All my ex’s not in your league

Saw the bottles started twerking on tables

I don’t do favours ride around with real tycoons

Had two sisters scream my name

You keep gaslighting these niggas

I grind for my family nigga

You keep gaslighting these bitches

Bigger check could have her twerking at my ends

Mobster what you saying?

Mobster what you saying?

Cup so concentrated you can’t mix it with no liquor

Pull up on you I can’t stay too long

Photo shoots in Foxdale Avenues

My taxi man just fell in love with alcohol

Now I jump in foreigns like am worth millions

Lose your job if the tips go missing

Trap spots around the city

I just need to make that mili

I don’t kiss and tell but if she famous then oh well

Pencil bag filled with carats

I be shining, I be glistening

I’m going to the top