Not The U$ual

425 shit, nigga Brick Made Finna doggy bone this muhfucka Check me out nigga Yeah, I'm still gone cop a Bentley If all my bitches stuffing woo that mean they rocking fendi And how the f*ck you in the gamble and yo pockets empty Please don't try me I will cheese you, you can't even check me Serve it to yo head, I met Lauren off of Lim & Lexi Nigga I done stashed that shit twice you can not impress me I'm cutting off my bad bitch cause she was kinda messy I just put a trap on the cat and pulled a tom and Jerry Winter time I'm finna put my bitch in Ralph Lauren joggies I can't trust him he the type that swearing that he saw me All my hoes can't stick to the plan now I can't get em off me If you ain't talking bout no profit you can't even call me My reaper told me that he wanna rap and let his soul bleed High as hell caught a bloody nose I'm on the nosebleeds Stop thinking that I just made this, this is old cheese I ain't say enough I walked in you gotta hold these bitch Naw, how I get tied with shooters I'm prolly tied in with a geek who prolly like computers Im selling dreams convincing hoes that they a like they future I turn around and squeeze em dry and do they life so crucial Marion get the load in and do the pot so brutal Im just tryna make this dog breed if I got yo poodle You might catch me big house and still eating ramen noodles Don't ask about my straight, (fire) This Is not the usual nigga