Triple 7 Mafia (feat. 4EVAPRO$)

I just go off I don't think Sprite pussy pink Buffs with the swirl like I cut em out my sink Got on off-white drawers and a off-white tee I'll off dog mellon with this lil' red beam RTA jeans, 500, but a dub in em She just need a lil' TLC but you a scrub So I got it, dead old white niggas fallin' out my pocket Hit my bitch friend cause I'm toxic Trio pulled up with a 8, we finna drop it You better buy a gun, we into it, I ain't boxin Whites bought a chop, lil' nigga think he Stockton Treat him just like blackheads, we pull up, get it poppin' I like Bape and Supreme, Percocet, and lean Chop like Malcolm X, I ain't Martin, Luther King Just to pull up on my block in somethin' fast was a dream Now I stand up in them cats, you can hear the motor scream, nigga Ain't no hand to hands, I got a spot, but I don't play the block A whole 50 shots, the Glock full like it ate a lot I got 30 bows in the mail, 10-8ths of wok UPS just knocked, go get some turkey bags from Save-A-lot She gon' make this chicken, she don't talk, she listen Black bitch, but got some white on her, she a pigeon Granted you won't see her with no nigga, he ain't trickin That's why she my baby, she don't do the dummy missions Hop in the long sleeve, bitch, get off me The Louis tan and dark brown, it's peanut butter coffee You don't think I ride with Drake, boy, that's where you lost me I love the Drake so much, I used to strap it in the car seat Nigga, you would think the striker run off of Red Bull I swear this bitch got some wings, we flyin' to the opps hood I don't even smoke, but they know who I got in my wood Put they whole block in a fronto if I could, foe Patek after market, took attachments off it Wrapped the white bitch up in college, nigga, had her Asher Roth'n Baby ask me for my number, think she gettin' status off it Whoa, whoa, yah, yah, man, tell that bitch to back up off me I got married into money, this a holy matrimony Put some cheese on his noodle, they'll stir his macaroni Left his blicky at the crib, know he supposed to have it on him Back of her like a horse, I had to grab her by the pony Countin' off the racks until my necklace is tennis Triple seven mafia, I need extra for a pendant My presence is a present, like we checkin' the attendance Drop the key off at the crib, feel like we checkin' in the tenants Bring the carne asada to me, mi amor I'm tryna not cop the Pradas, grabbed some Diadoras Been choppin' with my accountant, bout me needin' lawyers Tried to leave it alone, but I been needin' more, nigga