Stuff eleven in the Backwood, VLONE my cologne, yeah I never drop the addy, make the ho get a room, yeah
I don´t like twenties and a lot of niggas dubs, yeah Blue eyes, she was a cougar, so I know that I´m a cub, yeah If I can´t bring the blicky, fuck the club, I ain´t going in Line up, stick you like a switch-up, tree branch Tick, tick, tick, that ain´t my watch Pull up new-school, but I´m a dropout Scary-ass nigga don´t hit licks, you just the watch-out ´Fore these rappers change my name to Patek, better watch out Cannot hear the haters, but I do not got on AirPods I´ma hit her later, then play her like an iPod I´m the type of nigga cock the gun, hang up outside
You the type of nigga pass the gun and be like, "I´ll drive" Buy my own jewelry, got tired of hearing, "All rise" Five Amiris, could´ve bought the whole rack at Levi´s Where I come from, you niggas glorify racks, ayy Where I come from, your ho´ll go and fuck your dad, ayy Where I come from the South, nigga got a MAC Where I´m from they say you rich if you got fifty racks, ayy Nigga hit your block, don´t trip, spin back The street life real, know a rebel got jacked, ayy Country boy drove three hours, got taxed Shit I rap no cap like I don´t wear hats
Rubber band the money like a ponytail Rubber band the money like a ponytail I rubber band the money like a ponytail Put the rubber band on money like braids I´m Fear of God drippin´, but them demons drivin´ I´m Fear of God drippin´, but them demons drivin´, yeah I´m Fear of God drippin´, but them demons drivin´ I blocked her number ´cause her head ain´t get the semen out me
Pay for the pussy, it don´t matter if the moan real Ratchet-ass ho tryna fuck for her phone bill Motor in the trunk, tryna figure if the car hears Pull up in a orange Hellcat like I´m Garfield I wrapped them racks up with rubber band, ponytail
All of this bread got her head by my underwear Wockhardt PT, I mix with an eight of red I know trappers who go and score more than created players At the show, niggas better not try, I brought the carbine out Can´t get in with the Glock, I perform in the parking lot Put a rack on cologne, I just ordered some Baccarat I flew to the club in the chopper with choppers out Three in exotic pop, street sweeper, we ain´t gotta mop I talk to the priest, hope my niggas don´t cross me out I talk to the gang, pray I get us all off the block
I don´t see how niggas play gangster when they get shot I know some niggas with war wounds I be with Dugg, no cartoon Keep swimmin´ I sent her an Uber, it was carpool Got so many shots, I might go buy some barstools Ride ´round with fifty like I don´t fuck with Ja Rule Used to DM, they left me on read like Piru The same hoes wan´ give me head, but I´m bool (Bool on that)
Rubber band the money like a ponytail Rubber band the money like a ponytail I rubber band the money like a ponytail Put the rubber band on money like braids I´m Fear of God drippin´, but them demons drivin´ I´m Fear of God drippin´, but them demons drivin´, yeah
I´m Fear of God drippin´, but them demons drivin´ I blocked her number ´cause her head ain´t get the semen out me