[ALLBLACK] Well well well well If it isn´t mister fool´s gold, mister gold plated DTB on the beat, that´s bro
[ALLBLACK] Doin´ eighty down Labray and Lightyear [?] FaceTime with Guapdad 4K, showin´ off my cleats So fuckin´ high, can´t close my eyes, and I can´t even think I feel like Future when he made Harley and ate that bean Rap niggas want the fame, that´s a goddamn shame Kill ape jacket, mini-jeans and a Highline chain Play 2K, fuck weak bitches, and brush them waves That princess cut jesus piece on got him thinkin´ he safe That ain´t eczema, that´s a chain that gave you a rash Your partner´s shit real but I bet he ain´t got no cash Niggas gon´ fake it to they grave just to get that ass
Jail ass niggas always talkin´ ´bout what they had I can´t believe you took a pic with that lil ass bag Don´t even know you but that shit really made me mad Pimp this, pimp that, but you out here trickin´ Take out the trash ´fore Ma Dukes give your ass the whippin´ Niggas ain´t never spent two months worth of rent at the Saks I watched Lil Tyrone cop a house to the neck off packs Foothill lookin´ like a dyke club with all them straps Put your gun down like Craig, that´s it and get whacked All that Mayweather Ali hand throwin´ is old
Put a price on my head, bet it won´t get sold Dip your chain in some water, prove it´s real gold Go ask them gangsters in your hood if I ever got hoed Go ask the coldest pimp you know if I really stand toes Let´s play a game called show me, whip out your cheese Niggas got chargers, wallets, lint, more lint Carmex, fourteen dollars, and a dream in them broke ass jeans
[Rexx Life Raj] Look around at what I built, they know I´m all about it Might flip pack on DL but never talk about it The only one that know it´s me, I ain´t told no one else
You all for the ´Gram ´til you go down, you done told on yourself Top floor all Caucasian, I´m the hype though My daddy was a Panther, give a fuck about these white folks Black and beautiful, I´m the owner, that´s unusual I could´ve had your mama, had that bitch all in the cubicle They throw money at me ´cause my talent indisputable Luckily I´m musical but still got pharmacueticals, uh-huh Lookin´ at you niggas, you a boy band, why ´Cause you be on the gram with your boy bands Backstreet ass niggas, in sync with that fraud shit I run big play, I get burned like a wall sit
One funny move, have my young niggas called up Run through your crib then get dipped like it´s salsa, uh-huh Thank you, very much, yeah
[Cash Kidd] BLACK, what´s the deal my baby? Hey, outcall for five hundred, let her keep two Spent your motherfuckin´ rent on a jump shoe Makin´ plays, avoiding 12, I´m tryna be smooth Police tryna catch me with that ratchet like the green room Skrrt skrrt, actin´ bad, forty in my hand Pull up and whack niggas like Jody and his mans White twenty-ball on me, courtesy of scams Gotta keep that Tommy close, Martin, Gina, Pam Couple people rooted for me ´til I took off, huh Some ain´t start rooting ´til I took off
Riding with that big motherfucker like I´m Rudolph Y´all niggas lame as hell and y´all look soft Ass full of stretch marks and it´s soft as hell Soon as I bust this nut, bitch go talk to Mel Care package on his head, get him offed in jail Nigga I ball like I lost my scales Real niggas with me, it´s hereditary Five-six-seven-four, bitch we legendary Out here in the field like the secondary You ain´t got no thirty on you like February Flashing guns all on Insta, I´m still not convinced Crib full of dog food like I´m Michael Vick I won´t take the trash out if I ain´t got the stick If police use my raps in court then I´m out this bitch
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