Untitled Song

All of you bitches are wack

 

That is a fact

 

Always put cap in your raps

 

You don't got a 'Bach or a strap

 

Aim for her back

 

No wonder them hoes feel attacked

 

I just came back with a stack

 

And hired a new accountant to count all my racks

 

Running through Saks, I’m attached

 

Copping designer to flex on the brats in the trap

 

Flooded baguettes and checks

 

AP is wet

 

Bitch I’m a threat, yes

 

Rappers still talk out their necks

 

Told 'em give respect

 

Or someone will put them in check

 

Honestly I am the best

 

Diamonds invest

 

Come put your skills to the test

 

I don't need anymore press

 

If you want the smoke, please send a fucking request

 

I got the queso and chips

 

We do not speak if your income is flipping the bricks

 

Why they keep flipping the scripts?

 

Somebody will get they ass kicked like the shits on the Knicks

 

Somebody's life will end

 

Body with verses then

 

Put the corpse in a body bag, Cadillac bring the hearses in

 

 

 

 

I wish a fuck boy would try to lock me down

 

Already touched the ground, you cannot stop me now

 

Duped designer, fake foreign, you said it's custom brown?

 

No way in hell he'll ever see her in a wedding gown (hoe!)

 

 

 

 

I want a pink diamond with a blue face

 

D & G on the shoe lace

 

Cracked iPhone with a new case

 

Go hard with a Goyard bag that I treat as my suitcase

 

Cold heart and chrome heart tags got my drip flavored, no Kool-Aid

 

Smirnoff in a two-liter

 

Suck him off in the two-seater

 

Cut my ex off, I don't do cheaters

 

And I sent him back to the zoo cheetahs

 

Gucci belt or Pucci belt, honestly I could choose to use either

 

Never cared about how you truly felt, qualities of a true leader

 

Lucky Charms on a small wrist

 

But it's Frosted Flakes on my ankle bracelet

 

Bitches get offended when I talk shit

 

It is all because I had a dream then chased it

 

They gon hear the clink of the Cuban links

 

And I still don't think one chain's big enough

 

Might just send your shooters to go rob the Brinks

 

Cause I ain't ever gon feel like I'm rich enough

 

And I ain't ever gonna stop going hard, I know that damages some souls

 

But look, I took a minor break and I call it damage control

 

Producing bangers, acting cocky, I can manage both roles

 

I wish a bitch would try to stop me, I'm too candid for these hoes

 

 

 

 

I wish a fuck boy would try to lock me down

 

Already touched the ground, you cannot stop me now

 

Duped designer, fake foreign, you said it's custom brown?

 

No way in hell he'll ever see her in a wedding gown

 

 

 

 

Hear the trigger go bang, dead bodies in the attic

 

I need that drip, gotta have it, damn it's a habit

 

Water sliding on your wrist? I don't see a Rollie, that ain't a Patek

 

Know I got a classy side but I can still show the ratchet

 

Remember fuck it up Kenneth, well I fuck up a beat

 

Doll Baby bring heat, yo that's the word on the street

 

If you posting hateful comments, better think before ya click-click

 

Know this body got 'em wishing, you get blinded like you Slick Rick

 

Tired of fake beef and I'm tired of the clickbait

 

40 run it up, I gave the plays like I was Bill Bates

 

Who that lil bitch that be calling the shots?

 

Sybaritic lifestyle, word to you thots

 

Commas on commas, that's lessons on lessons

 

No time for stress but I'm stressing bout stressing

 

My life is nothing but great, that's progression

 

I'll be counting that money while counting my blessings

 

 

 

 

Spicy mami, no Mexicana

 

Real big booty, Americana

 

Chilling in cabanas, taking trips to Havana

 

Got the drip like Tropicana

 

Dominicana, that's mamacita

 

Trini hoes say go Onika!

 

My nails match the price of your Yeezy sneakers

 

I don't need an introduction but it's nice to meet ya