Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, kay, kay, kay, kay, kay, kay, kay, kay, kay, kay, okay
AAP Rocky, nigga
Pretty Flacko, nigga
AAP shit, nigga
I just want my credit like Im Soulja
Camo like Rambo, big draco cross the shoulder
Im fine-tuned on iTunes if you shuffle
Test the boy Le Suess like I came to tune your motor
Motherfuck a mumble rapper, Id rather be a mogul
Million dollar market deals closin on my mobile
Keep the grass cut, got a phobia for cobra
Usually low-key, fuck the world when Im vulgar
Man, I used to listen to that nigga when I was younger
Found out hes a poser when I got a lil older
My bitch used to model for the Vogue, but she older
A truce and a foe, sittin round watchin poker
No buns in the oven, or babies in the stroller
Just guns in the cupboard, and some ladies comin over
See Im a pretty boy, manicures with the rollers
And babushkas on the head, like grandmothers and the Roman
Some women throw me bras, some women throw me roses
Might even flash a titty while she on her nigga shoulders
They goin crazy at my shows, she passed out if I noticed her
Yeah, we in the buildin til the shit is for foreclosure
Yeah, we not the same, I aint tryna play it like a lame nigga
Switch a gang, switch the beat, like the track thats playin thats playin
Ayo woo, woo
Bitch, I called you a Uber, and thats the only way Im giving you payback yeah
My shit nasty like that one nigga from AAP
Been ill since I was 12, was Rocky but ended swell
Now say Tyler, watch these motherfuckers start ringing bells ding-dong
Cause I spit fire, and shit cold, this shit so mean, nice rocks and I get stones
This shit so clean and bright, bold yeah, the gold got a grip hold
All these Lucky Charms like a thick bowl, the diamonds all appraised nigga, yeah
Yall go to Avianne and yall get a lease in that bitch
My earlobes got them yellow boogers like I sneezed in that bitch Achoo
Your 808s is dry, you need to put some grease in that bitch and let it sit, nigga
Fuck what you heard and fuck rap, I make a living off that four-letter word GOLF
One-stop shop, nigga, just to sell them shoes
The profit margins lookin higher than them airplane views
Yall getting fucked in your deals, and they share that lube
I push the cum-colored Beamer and the inside blue skrrt
I push an Elon too, and the 675, the long tail, like the mane thats on AAP Lou
Whips, whips, whips, whips, Kunta started a fight
The 720 ordered, and I still go ride me a bike
But dont follow in yours nah, Vill behind me in sight yeah
My niggas strictly like 9s, like young Mike and his type pew-pew
Rip, you better zip that lip and zip up quick
And shit, hed probably suck my dick then kiss his bitch mwah
Its two sides to each coin, I call heads heads
Been countin so much goddamn coin, my palm red uh
I spend it on some books and some diamonds that shed light
And them hoes shine just like the top of a bald head, nigga
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah