Lavish

Damn, Donny made this Okay, they can't f*ck with us Uh, living lavish, took a jet to an island Put the Lenciaga on they breaking necks, we be styling, yeah All this drip got yo bitch fucking wet no Poseidon SRT up in the shop so the Vette what we slide in, yeah Crazy drip no stylist Crazy bitch no mileage, yeah Bitch I feel like Delta 'cause everyday I'm the flyest Heard lil' bro trying to run up, you'll lose your life if you try it, yeah I got up, I got my bag right, now they quiet Bitch, yeah, brodie off the yerc-yercs He been sipping too much lean, I know it hurt hurt His main bitch cheated on him, I know it hurt worse I'm a Grimeball, she cheated with me She was getting wet, so I laid back the seat Ain't talking Draymond, DG on my feet He was talking, had to do him like he Jordan Poole Brodie keep a ruler on him, but he ain't going to school, nigga Uh, going crazy in the Scat Seeing these rappers get the bag, man that shit made me wanna rap And you hate I'm going up, you trying to play me, that's a fact Bro got mud up in his cup, yeah, he be lazy with the Act Feel like Khabib, make him tap Make him sleep, that's a nap Who is we? We just snap Shirt got a V, on the back Man the way that I been shit talking on beats got 'em mad And we really getting money, give a f*ck if you agree that we racked Dad dropped a album, that shit turnt me up Granddaddy died that shit really just fucked me up Here I am today, just a nigga with motion Brodie mind under a spell, he been sipping on that potion, nigga Bitch tell me that I changed but I'm still raw You ain't change a bit, nigga, you still soft Knowing you can't drive, why the f*ck you in a striker Say you pressed who, why the f*ck you such a liar Lenciaga on lil' bitch, yeah, I'm big stepping Pulled up with a AR, yeah, this a big weapon I'ma be flexing on everyone, 'till I hit heaven Stand up on my money what's my height? Double 6'7" Stand up on my money, taller than a NBA player Flexing up in Prada, I'll rock CDG Play later If you need some shit I'll get it back to you a day later Why the f*ck you talking like you did, you ain't made paper ARP up in my pocket, I'll paint yo face Glocky shooting straight butter, nigga, Land-O-Lakes I don't want you rat hoes, I only want her Man these hoes ain't cold that's why I own it first Man he all talk, that nigga a chatterbox Make him super sayain blue like it's Kakarot Send him to the sky, have him touch the moon Trying to beef I said why, you a fucking bafoon Nigga, red shit