fye ina cullinan

Youngest in charge, I got the fire on me in a cullinan Hotbox the Rolls, Holy Ghost, Shit way too cloudy, ain't seeing the stars Kid is cold, the pole he tote, sippin' the cup while I'm spittin' the bars Her man a joke, and he broke, fuckin' his bitch in the back of my car Show I'm gonna rock it, so much bread, no bakery, can't fit it in my pocket At my show no entourage, I'm hoppin' in that mosh pit Audi R8 camouflage it's level two, no stock, bitch I got me a bad lil' bitch, don't tell me when I'm wrong Yo girlfriend a groupie hoe, she playin' on my songs I've been on some king shit, pounding like I'm Kong I got that money for miles, yeah, yeah, my guap be long How the hell you live like that Your house like a bando I'm always down to go to war, not talkin' Iran though Huh, I can't f*ck with randoms I just gotta bring new K, I shoot it like I'm Rambo No, you cannot hear me, little bitch, I'm in that Lambo They said I like rock and roll, I just like the bands though Told that girl, can't talk right now, I'll hit you when I land though Out in Baltimore, rock Under Armour with my hands closed I got that case closed I rock Elliot, I'm just tryna stunt for these fake hoes Pockets filled with that bankroll, took a trip across the border I went down to Mexico, I'm comin' back with pesos Show I'm gonna rock it, so much bread, no bakery, can't fit it in my pocket At my show no entourage, I'm hoppin' in that mosh pit Audi R8 camouflage it's level two, no stock, bitch I got me a bad lil' bitch, don't tell me when I'm wrong Yo girlfriend a groupie hoe, she playin' on my songs I've been on some king shit, pounding like I'm Kong I got that money for miles, yeah, yeah, my guap be long Dark knight, all black He was talkin' all that shit online He got more money that's ball cap Yeah, I know my car fast Pull up in that brand new Lamb Aventador But it's manual, I had to stall that Hit her twice and send her off, she can't get a call back I don't even wanna roll that blunt up where the raws at For the love of God, just lose the ego, you ain't all that I know that she comin' right back to me, kinda call back Youngest in charge, I got the fire on me in a cullinan Hotbox the Rolls, Holy Ghost, Shit way too cloudy, ain't seeing the stars Kid is cold, the pole he tote, sippin' the cup while I'm spittin' the bars Her man a joke, and he broke, fuckin' his bitch in the back of my car Show I'm gonna rock it, so much bread, no bakery, can't fit it in my pocket At my show no entourage, I'm hoppin' in that mosh pit Audi R8 camouflage it's level two, no stock, bitch I got me a bad lil' bitch, don't tell me when I'm wrong Yo girlfriend a groupie hoe, she playin' on my songs I've been on some king shit, pounding like I'm Kong I got that money for miles, yeah, yeah, my guap be long