STEALTH (feat. seven*)

All black fit, all black Bentayga, pulling up with stealth Pop that molly, that shit digest and I feel myself What's that tag? Y'all really don't know what's under my belt If she bad, I'm okay if it's my dick she shelf I'm finna jump, hop in the SRT then I'm finna peel off This shit ain't Kawasaki, you don't needa ride my dick, then get off Need one more line, I'm too fucked up, I can't get the lid off Pit gon get jumping, so cray, don't get stuck in the middle I just tap that card, I ain't check that price, I ain't check the receipt (rockstar bitch) Like, boy you not rich imma stand on my money, I'm like 12 feet Only thing in my pockets is greens and yellows, I'm so OZ I ain't talkin bout ounces, I'm up in the studio, shits so teed I ain't talkin bout fake shit when I say that my Margiela shoes red (bitch I'm a brat) I ain't keepin round fake shit, leave me alone bitch I'm hanging with Ned Kelly Your (phew) on my bed, ready She gon give me heady First aid on her face, Nelly All black fit, all black Bentayga, pulling up with stealth Pop that molly, that shit digest and I feel myself What's that tag? Y'all really don't know what's under my belt If she bad, I'm okay if it's my dick she shelf I'm finna jump, hop in the SRT then I'm finna peel off This shit ain't Kawasaki, you don't needa ride my dick, then get off Need one more line, I'm too fucked up, I can't get the lid off Pit gon get jumping, so cray, don't get stuck in the middle