Minimalist

 

These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like bees in this track

Just smoked out, I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out

Get choked out fo'rilly, thinking that this shit a silly dream

When actually reality ain't what it really seem

And I ain't acting on the scene niggas scream

The actions ain't screened, just well schemed

I'm trying to have wealth for my well being by 18

Pockets healthy green, what the fuck is 12 beans?

I need the cake and cream, stakes is high like fiends off a dream

Jet streaming having cuisine with the best seasons

It's the vet season carry a vest you know the reason

I'm in Chiraq and I'm getting blown like the breezes

Your chicken strip tease us, thighs leg and the breast part is the cleavage

She even lick it down to the bone marrow

She in love but I don't got a bow and arrow

I'm known to jack the booty like I'm sparrow

They ain't trying to see me in the battle, they lines is too narrow

They couldn't even outshine my shadow

They don't want the beef nigga let alone the cattle

They just wanna ride the saddle

It's so sad though

 

Look, I'm on this XXL getting this paper

What I told her, she was slick as a fox

Sweet as the cadence, tell me, baby, you gon' love me or not?

With my dick in her mouth

I'm just chilling, my eyes glued to the ceiling

Just imagine getting closer to God

My uncle tried to stand on money then grab on something

Then have no knots and have no nothings and can't afford that

Swerving, just left service with Aunt Berlin

The Drama got her busy, this tenant is cart serving

Serving a junkie, maybe his family or something

That said that math just be exquisite when we pimping them bitches

Don't twist a cabinet in the kitchen unless you working them riches

Hold up, but we continue, we ain't washing no dishes

Laughing niggas laughing to the cashier

I don't really give a fuck

Getting to acting baffled, should not crash ya

Told you you'd get it, nigga