Arab boy with a bag, when I hit the mall
I don't check the tag, ballin all week just like shaq
In miami smoking a heat pack, blew 10k in a day make it right back
Used to be broke, now I charge for a track, in the mall I spent a rack
Shit what you get, prada bag, prada shades, versace rag, im blessed like that
Oh yeah yeah i'm blessed like that, in miami turning up this *****, got a spanish chick
She is thick as shit, hips don't lie I get that shit. Shots of patron spilling my fit,
she rubbing me she touching my smith, dior scarf she feeling the kid x 2
I ain't gotta wear designer, I can pick up a ***** in pajamas
I'm eating at versace you eating at benihanas, pocket stay cheesy like an enchilada
Oooh i got em, oooh i got em, used to drive a camry now the whip like candy
Oooh i got em, oooh i got em, these hoe trying to jump on the team, got no room in the recipe
They don't want you to win, they don't want you to succeed,
They don’t want you to be the best you can be, I ain’t worried they can’t stop me
Used to have opps now they wanna join me, im making memories i ain't got no more enemies
I’m sorry, I’m not violent but my shooter teach you how to be silent, I don't like you being bias
If you hating then that's how you deciding, checking off my checklist, used to have a wish list
Now they are waiting for me at the entrance.
Inshallah get to the bag x4
Edilo edilo edilo x4
(Luski)(please put all features as co release)
Wallah, Life’s such an ugly society
I just flew back from Miami
I’m back to getting this money
***** hit up my phone
Come through to the party
She wanna take a sip of Bacardi
But first she got ride me like a Harley
They got me rapping again
You the type to play the joke
And try hide your hand
Not the type try pull up
Be some kind of friend
My pockets used to hurt
Now I get a rack to spit a verse
I got no love for a hoe
who threw me down the dirt
**** them bros
Looking like a twerp
Put your life in reverse
Pop you like I pop these percs
Pop pop
Pop you like I pop these percs
