Cullinan

Pack still comin' in Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan Front him ’til the first Time that he fumblin' Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin’ I'ma get it on my own There's so few I could really trust Feel like Chris Tucker Obvious that I've been in a rush If it ain't about a M plus Ain't nothin' to discuss Must be celibate or somethin' ’cause They ain’t fuckin' with us Yeah yeah Yeah When you hustle all the time There’s no such thing as clockin' in If my homie miss the first time He spin the block again Thought I'm Jadakiss and Styles P The way I'm lockin’ in Told her, "Throw 'way that Balenciaga We can't rock with them" And a thousand horsеpower only Thing I'm hoppin' in You can't hop up on this Pete Davidson You not Kim Rappеrs dissin' me and hopin' that they Gon' be hot for ten If I put you in the scope You ain't gon' ever pop again Never hit my bitch Just knock that pussy out the bedframe Paintin' on the wall, that came from Wes Lang Only court they catch me in is Courtside at the Nets game Came from nothing, but I want everything Pack still comin' in Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan Front him 'til the first Time that he fumblin' Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin' I'ma get it on my own There's so few I could really trust Feel like Chris Tucker Obvious that I've been in a rush If it ain't about a M plus Ain't nothin' to discuss Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause They ain't fuckin' with us Yeah yeah Yeah ayy Got them packs comin' in and out We took the paper route Had a shootout at my hood and I barely made it out All in, just me and my kin, stolo Flip the van Make you dizzy how I spin again Then I spin again Sorry grandma, I sinned again How could I pretend? Rollin' over in your grave 'bout the Way that I came in i was on demon time 'fore That nigga clocked in Would've thought I was a janitor I snuck the mop in Said I couldn't bring my chopper So I snuck the Glock in Snow bunnies in the drop top, I told her "Hop in" porn stars On that bullshit like Dennis Rodman I be countin' all my numbers You don't want them problems Pack still comin' in Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan Front him 'til the first Time that he fumblin' Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin' I'ma get it on my own There's so few I could really trust Feel like Chris Tucker Obvious that I've been in a rush If it ain't about a M plus Ain't nothin' to discuss Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause They ain't fuckin' with us