Married To The Screen

I'm so Nike, make her look a private My dick on her pit, making me the pilot She gon' throw a fit, hope it don't get violent She got different hues, purples then get violet Purple labeled jeans, might look way too clean My cash app go kachin, google me on beam Think I got a team, for denim on my jean I'm walking with the lean, a little bowl of cream At it like a fiend, she keep the carpet clean Enlightened by McQueen, my sneakers cost sixteen Got it in my prime, only in my teen My pinky need a ring, my phone need a ring I'm married to the screen How bout we play a game, call it big bank, Take lil bank That bitch, sware she bad, but I heard her pussy stank Niggas started popping at the mouth like I'm another rapper Pull up, think it's sweet, I'ma send a click to get at ya Just to show you boys, I don't bring the noise I'm more like a silencer Keep a real solid crew, right behind ya Sometimes you gotta put the phone down They married to the screen, I'm married to the streets Wherever I go, I mark my damn ground hoe Let go, let go, let go Shout out to Capp man, that motherfucker right there was crazy