last leg of the parlay

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Okay Turn it up a little bit Yeah Yeah Let me get in that vibe This some real rap shit right here, man I ain't gon' lie On the road to riches, aint no pit stops Rollie on my wrist, I don't do TikToks Gotta beware of that dog when you run around nem pits house Gon' f*ck around and end up in a pack, they getting shipped out Knew this shit was clear before it sent out, I proofread it John Hancock on the paper, need a good letter Bitch say she like it when I step she got a foot fetish Let that nigga Terry bone, you know I look better Ice got me putting on the mink in the summertime If any nigga try and touch me, get him underlined I'm from where you eat what you kill, still hunting mine 100-yard dash, talk some pape or get the run around Check the stats we been winning by a landslide Opps burning in the woods, this a campfire Bitches tryna suck me dry, she a vampire Come down seven, I'm right past Meyers Aye, I'm thinking for myself for a change Yeah, the sacrifices real, but they all come with the game Nigga couldn't believe how far we came Aye, I only believe in me, that's the smartest way Aye, I'm waiting on this cheese, I been thinking about it all day Don't f*ck the bag up, you the last leg of the parlay F*ck Wal-Mart, my bitch want money for Target 40 cook a nigga, fap, fap, get em sautéed I know a white walker that'll hit him broad day Say you getting money, nigga, but what you call pape That little ass bag, I shot that in the Redford hallways My new bitch so bad, make a straight, bitch gay No cap, this was way before rap Bad bitches turn rat for sleeping in a bow trap I done been to hell before, nigga, I ain't going back Got some money, lost the horns, and put some wings on my back Nigga