LOBSTER STEAK BISON

We have a killa on the loose Forty cal with a beam and a scope Big bag that Givenchy hold the dope I be in the trap, couple beans in my coat I could make the trap jump like I be with a rope Gold rope round my neck, waistline hold a tech Im fantastic watch me make the bands stretch Gold all on my body make me look like Aztec  Pack of the musty it smell like some bad breathe All about the bread so my diamonds prolly baguettes Pack touch down imma break it down and bag it Smell like the dank, TSA check the baggage Put a thousand on my crypto and i doubled up the balance I just left the jeweler now im drowning in the drip Blues falling out my jeans probably look like i'm a crip Givenchy green bottoms, I be stepping over niggas Put my family over everything especially you bitches Wock, wock Call the lean man tell em bring some more wocky We bussing down the pack and double up the profits Leave the jeweler with some ice and my stick like its hockey My nigga cracking cards, he punching like he Rocky Aye, tell em punch me in, i'm Tyson That RE-ROCK logo on my neck I know you like it Whole gang eating, lobster, steak, shrimp, bison I'm with Burr, i'm with Vega, we be wildin' on my momma nigga I never fold, I never switch It's two sticks on me, it aint no Nintendo Switch Getting top from your main hoe, aint that bout a bitch At the crib popping bottles like we rich Nigga we be in the field but you don't see all that Say you got the work we gon need all that Hella white, couple pints, cookie P's in the trap Bitch I do this shit alone like that V on my back Like forreal f*ck a handout nigga, I never need none Bad bitch and her friend throwing me a threesome It's a band for the Balenci's and my shirt cost like 3 hun Need to back up off me, let me breath some bitch