18 (feat. Finesse.)

Lit no stylist You know I'm from the island Shit we wilding You know I stay profiling I ain't feel this lit since I was eighteen I ain't been this lit since I was eighteen I need nine rings just like Beijing And all my girls got spice like cajun OOOooohhh All my denim they capital Money on my mind write in capital You ain't hot you need to stop all this capping though Like they tryna find your house you capping though Gryffindor, Slytherin, different bitch let me in African Indian Pakistani girl make me biryani I'm a shooter so I pull out the tommy Keeping the peace I'm feeling like Gandhi Thirsty motherfuckers sipping Dasani Yea, yea, yea, yea They saying a lot I ain't really hear none Yea, yea, yea, yea She matching my shoes I don't really say none Yea, yea, yea, yea I stay in her mind I don't really pay none Dare a motherfucker to say something Can't go without my day ones I'm in queens with the army yea I know that they can not harm me yea Look in the mirror I'm proud of ya I need penthouse with cartier I need penthouse with cartier Look at my opps its barley fair Big body my Benz I eat a lot Hometown hero I'm Jeter Ya Ooohhhh All of my denim undercover That was your girl she under my covers Superbad girl call her Mclovin yea I ain't been this high since 16 Yea I flip this pack like I was 16 They can try their best they can't be this clean I do it best, I'm talking pristine Three fingers up hope they just need to read between I'm just smoking that weed she just sip lean I'm doing me, I won't repent, don't really care You in your feelings, I'm in my bag I'm moving vicious The racks stay coming in, so I throw it in the air yea Throw it in the air yea, throw it in the air Lit no stylist You know I'm from the island Shit we wilding You know I stay profiling I ain't feel this lit since I was eighteen I ain't been this lit since I was eighteen I need 9 rings just like Beijing And All my girls got spice like cajun OOOooohhh