Told her, Dont wait for me
Your time is up, better save it, please
I just ran up me a eighty piece Ayy
She on her knees suckin – like she pray to me
Doggin that – til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe its -, we dont do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie Jean, Billie Jean
Draft Day, he poppin, no, Sante aint stoppin
He need all his profits, some say that he cocky
I know that he got it, he flew a – out from the tropics
Exotic, Im smokin, Supreme, had to box it
458 Rari take off like rockets
Wide body kit like Buffie the Body
All-white Maybach, I nicknamed it Scotty 2 Hotty
My Mexican – treat me like Liberace
I threw twenty thousand on twenty-five strangers
Being raised by QC prepared me for the danger
My stick got a scope like a Texas park ranger
I look up to mom and mom only
I ran up a sack in some orange grey Sauconys
My – give love, but Im still feelin lonely
My heart got a space the same size as a condo
No money can fill it, Im hot as a skillet
These rappers two-faced so bad, I could peel it
And see they true colors, I cut every finger for all of my bruhs
Ill hop off the plane backwards wrapped in some Louis V covers
Head first in the gutter
If its for the guap, fettucine
Might cop a new truck, cream like alfredo linguini
These new – weenies
The year is 06 with my black Bapesta beanie
She rub on my gold like there might be a genie
I cant take a bad dressin – to my mama
I might take the – from the hood to Bahamas
Show her bout the world, this – here aint even my girl
I pass the – off, let the homie go handle it
Big pointer stones round my neck
Light the room like a candle lit
Dont get too close, 7.62s knock off your shoulder, dismantle it
Masked up, no Rip Hamilton
You – squares like Carlton
Im in Bel-Air, posted at Nobu
Inside the whip, orange like Goku
Lil boy, I done told you, I been hit the -, thats old news
These – be cappin, no Pro Tools
Twenty-two, – and I look like a mogul
Got more money than your whole family tree
Double that -, and you still wont reach me
You in the nosebleeds, I sit in floor seats
Right where the coach at, but you cant coach me
Draft Day been on that, sound like Kobe
Please, name a – who really can stop me on God
Cant no one stop you, you next like the runner-up
– Big flexin, they -, Ima look her up
Hook her up, – her down, got a new stick
Nine-mil bullets and thirty rounds
Ready to hunt a clown
I been that – since, uh, I cant remember
Since when? Wintertime and I remembered December
Wore a dress, now they tryna slander my gender
My – was on set lookin mighty tender
So – what they talkin bout, tell em to watch they mouth
Fore I get out of body, and I knock em out
I bought twelve different whips like its nothin new
I keep blicks on the hip like they stuck with glue
I drop bombs on a -, Im not DJ Clue
My – bangin red, its the way of life
We buyin guns like its illegal owning knifes
– My Asian, she makin me jasmine rice
I took a whole lot of slander from -, broke –
– All of that, Im the prototype
Grabbin the wheel, I give a –
– Want smoke, I hope that its up
Aimin the stick at the square like the game with the duck
– Gon knuck if you buck
I got like ten different watches I never wear
My Louis mono, not no Damier
At the penthouse with three different concierge
I know all of my haters cannot compare