Songtexte AO2 - No PT

I just threw a stack on my wrist to watch them diamonds dance
Yo bitch threw it back I only want her neck don't drop ya pants
Came in dressing formal these RAF Simmons shoes don't rock no vans
Weed be my aroma I might never land like Peter Pan
I can't chase the cat like fuck all that bitch this ain't Tom and jerry
I know that they talk behind my back I don't need commentary
That boy said he doing this and that whole time I know he scary
But I ain't with all beef fuck the talk my chopper speak

I just went and blew a back off white Dior on my feet
Racks so big my pockets sag don't wear belts amiris jeans
You hear money when I speak I put diamonds on my teeth
5 percent tint on these Cartier's boy I can't even see
When She wake up don't need food to eat she eat my dick for breakfast
Water diamonds neck got baptized I flooded out my necklace
Momma told me call her when I get up she know I live reckless
Brodie scamming don't ask him for help or you might be his method
I been high as hell could touch the moon I'm off this ecstasy
Yo bitch just wanna steal my kids like a vasectomy
I ain't ducking shit Glock got a titty it's protecting me
I ain't trusting shit a bitch say just come have sex with me
Brodie off a Perky demon time he tryna wack some
My Shirt came from Italy hoe we don't shop at pac-sun
Stomping on the pedal I'm just tryna make this cat run
Put two fingers in this hoe like fuck it guess I'll make the cat cum

I just threw a stack on my wrist to watch them diamonds dance
Yo bitch threw it back I only want her neck don't drop ya pants
Came in dressing formal these RAF Simmons shoes don't rock no vans
Weed be my aroma I might never land like Peter Pan
I can't chase the cat like fuck all that bitch this ain't Tom and jerry
I know that they talk behind my back I don't need commentary
That boy said he doing this and that whole time I know he scary
But I ain't with all beef fuck the talk my chopper speak

My Nina a hoe she gone bust that's fasho just don't give her a reason to listen
My money be nauseous and dizzy they way you a nigga just get it and spend it
We hang niggas up like Christmas ornaments than scratch his name off the hit list
Yo bitch just sent me the addy coordinates I'm bout to give her some inches
Tesla truck drive with no hands I'm slow off the xans I couldn't even steer it
Half of these niggas be fans wouldn't talking bout bands I couldn't even hear it
Nigga said he 4PF boy I heard yo shit and you ain't no where near it
Nigga ain't fucking no hoes that's cap I know we ain't rapping yo lyrics