That's a wrap

Church on every Sunday Picture me slackin' Selfie with the K on me Picture me lackin' Y'all confusing me We don't do that over here Flow on automatic Now I'm in McLarens switching gears That gas you think you smoking is a Tesla Hit yo lady with the spear Felt like a wrestler Keep ya two cents Stacking euros by the pound I'm a nuisance Taste, touch, smell, sight, sound Whatever's clever In my harvard sweater Yo girl head game weak But I forgave her she ain't know no better You know better than to try the likes of me chump Team of hyenas Snap a finger now you lunch This flow that new drip Shawty get you on da wave Blunts the size of farms Nigga we got hays for days Real potent, who's joking Tune ya radios, every bar on Sirius Money longer than this run on sentence Nigga period Smooth operator Sinister kid Got shit on lock but I ain't doing a bid You dig? Could give a f*ck about a hater who's just moving his lips They ain't the ones moving in them foreign whips So get your fix I'm unbothered and iconic Raised without a father, ironic Cuz I'm son'in these niggas If we're being honest Come to think That's prolly why yo lady call me Daddy-O Tools on deck Like I'm working on a patio You fragile like a paper plate Stacking up my paper daily Safe to say my safe will stay Gaining weight like Tyler Perry Playing Madea And I ain't write this shit You count me out I'll counter with a round of clips You counterfeit niggas should hope n pray I don't encounter You lackin' at a random counter Cuz I'll rip a whole in you niggas and dip No chip, on my shoulder Had to get it the hard way And it's Brooklyn till they catch me slippin' Don't get it twisted, dig? And that's a wrap