Lotus (feat. Psyke!)

Ayy, yo, you hear that shit Ayy, that shit like Hear me, comin' up your block in some fast engine screaming Three phones on me, know it's money if it's ringin' I be ready to kill, big bro tellin' me to leave it On tele, buyin' seals, send a pic so I can see it Bitch, where yo nigga, I'm tryna meet him Million cash race, I bet a million I can beat him Bought my lil' nephew some Ricks, he too young, he don't f*ck with him And I send lil shhhh the pic, he don't say shit, he just go get him Ayy, ayy, make a 50, I don't even move I'm just in my groove, the money counter loud she can't snooze I can't even move I'm too faded off these RPs, my eyes real low It match my denim, bitch, it's Japanese I'm really in the trenches, we hit the club Pour the liq on bitches, y'all niggas hoppin' fences We shootin' shots, y'all hitting ditches My niggas on that timing we pull behind them We ain't even poppin', that nigga was cryin They book us up, we gon' start lyin', they book y'all up He took his mugshot, he start cryin' Man, that shit crazy Ayy, ayy, what a different bitch, like everyday My bitch know I'm cheatin', I took a four of red Straight to the face, look like my lips bleeding Bitch, give me a reason to love your ass and, you a fuckin' rat My brother ship packs, that pussy good, I kinda miss that That bitch she be grievin', I killed her boyfriend for no reason Sike naw, I'm just teasin', she suckin' dick Like that bitch teething Ayy, ayy, that bitch suck dick And feel so good like that that bitch Teething She need to get skills, my junkie mad Cause I ran out of pills I'm runnin' up money, she countin' with me She like how It feel Yeah, hunnid racks on me, I ain't fuckin' sign no deal I with my young niggas and them lil' niggas Go and kill in the city late night Scratch up the rims, f*ck up the wheels Yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag What you want? I bought her some heels Yeah, I'm with some real sippers They be known to crack some seals Yeah, I'm with some real killers They be known to fuckin' peel Yeah, bitch, I woke up drunk as f*ck You a bitch, nigga, you ain't one of us She only f*ck with rich niggas, so you know we fucked You can't even sit with us, we be loaded up At the Pistons game, told my brother to roll it up You said you want the fame, nigga, that ain't nothin to us I'm tryna be rich as hell, she givin' a brain, she went to yale This bitch talk too much, I swear to God, she give me hell But it's cool though, I'm fuckin' the bitch that you know Rich-ass nigga, spend three bands on some shoes hoe Skinny-ass nigga, I ain't gon' fight, I'm gon' shoot though Why you playin' with me? Yeah, I hide underneath I ain't worried bout no niggas that be under me I ain't tripping bout five, spent that on a Tee Yo, bitch, on my line, wonderin' where a nigga be I'm outside, hundred on me I'm like, f*ck an enemy Dozen off the lean, I'm like, where my keys Really in love with sex, told her hit her knees Yeah, I'm sippin' on some blood, yeah my cup it bleed