Ginger Beer

God body word to my ahki. I’m ten toes in this muhhfucka, I don’t sit at all I ain’t missin shit unless ya bitch hit me and missed her calls I ain’t here to beef with no niggas we could all get along Don’t get it wrong, ill turn ya New York strip into minestrone It’s all love, my pockets on Venus, green as a tennis ball Big smokin, niggas cause a racket I’ll turn this bitch to the French Open My ace be servin doubles like ginger beer with the shrimp roti Not concerned if you remember me long as ya bitch know me Name stamped like notary letters Who float any better I’ve run out of efforts You get a F for those If you work a lil harder you prolly could impress the hoes Drink a lil water. How the f*ck else you expect to grow. Garden fulla garbage but talkin like niggas next to rose Game time like Jalen but barkin like you was Derrick tho From sunrise to Jericho, I’m better than the both of us My blessings in abundance, it’s lovely nigga that’s Copious