Disaster

Yeah, yeah, yeah I just want the bread, I just want the head, yeah Then I send ‘em walking Shit going up, shut the f*ck up, yeah When real niggas talking I got the sauce and the influence You had some doubts now that shit is ruined I am the teacher, bitch you my student I only speak cash and my shit is fluent Hit a quick flex on my ex bitch Five of yo checks on my necklace All of my niggas so reckless Whip so fast nigga bet you can’t catch this Hit a quick switch to the sport mode Bank account sitting in resort mode I’m in the mood to flex up Whip so fast nigga bet you can’t catch up Oh you on they necks, huh? Oh you got a check, huh? Got that I-T factor, yo nigga’s an actor Oh you in yo bag, huh? Oh you moving fast, huh? My new whip go faster, drip cause a disaster Young nigga goals, drip too hard and my neck on froze Designer clothes, I’m getting chose I’m finna pull up and flex, flex, flex I’m getting checks, checks, checks I got yo boo all in my DM and they want the sex, sex, sex Ima money machine, my looks on 10 and my whip so clean Benz coupe, my niggas smoke gas and they sip codeine Yall stay biting on the kid cause I’m popping Nigga I don't even need no bean Chillin' with a side hoe, party go where I go Nigga I don't need no scene They copy my looks, they copy my hair Man if they could they’d breathe in my air I am a king but you not my heir I'm in the bank and you over there Get you a chair or an edible Cause i’m incredible with an impeccable flare I lost my care and I do not know where Slaying these niggas it’s kinda unfair Hit a quick flex on my ex bitch Five of yo checks on my necklace All of my niggas so reckless Whip so fast nigga bet you can’t catch this Hit a quick switch to the sport mode Bank account sitting in resort mode I’m in the mood to flex up Whip so fast nigga bet you can’t catch up Oh you on they necks, huh? Oh you got a check, huh? Got that I-T factor, yo nigga’s an actor Oh you in yo bag, huh? Oh you moving fast, huh? My new whip go faster, drip cause a disaster I blow out the brain then I make it rain These bitches they been in a drought These niggas is funny they ain’t getting money They too busy chasing the clout (ew!) But I want the bags and shit, Versace tags and shit Yo whip is too slow, when I’m on the road you cannot pass this shit You can imagine how much ice and how many bags we get No cap on the price, a nigga so nice We really be having shit They loving my fit they peeping the deets Feed off my ‘gram they watching my tweets Gucci the belt and Louis the sheets Foreign the whip and bucket the seats, nigga Hit a quick flex on my ex bitch Five of yo checks on my necklace All of my niggas so reckless Whip so fast nigga bet you can’t catch this Hit a quick switch to the sport mode Bank account sitting in resort mode I’m in the mood to flex up Whip so fast nigga bet you can’t catch up Oh you on they necks, huh? Oh you got a check, huh? Got that I-T factor, yo nigga’s an actor Oh you in yo bag, huh? Oh you moving fast, huh? My new whip go faster, drip cause a disaster Oh you on they necks, huh? (Yeah) Oh you got a check, huh? (Yeah) Damez Oh you in yo bag, huh? (Yeah) Oh you moving fast, huh? (Yeah)