Lyrics the one - 4am

Let's roll
My bitch pockets on par
I'm ballin' like John Wall (rewritten)
Got lil' geeked, you got caught
Say you hard, that's all talk
How you mad about a block
Fuck around and log off
I got different type of Glocks if you wanna start some
I just rolled up 3.5, bitch, I'm tryna spark some
And my brother really 'bout it, please don't make no hard songs
Know they wanna see me down
I swear to God, I'm not the one
I got Junya on my body, you still posted rocking' Tommy
Talkin' shit your favorite hobby
New Margiela, bitch, I got it
Off a G5, I just popped it
Bitch, I'm higher than a rocket
You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread,
I recommend you switch the topic, nah
W-Walkin' around and I'm smoking' on dope
Goin' out sad, I ain't lovin' a ho
Suckin' that dick and that bitch choke
I'm rockin' all white like the Pope
I don't rock Off-White, that shit a joke
I got a white ho off the coke
He gon' rest, all he do is mope
I got that bag on me, ain't a joke
Helmut Lang With the Rick O
Liu kang, uh kick, ho
Big bag with a thick ho
These ho's make me sick, ho
Talkin' down, you a schizo
Me and gang in Melrose, and we about to hit a couple stores
I been fuckin' on a couple ho's
I'ma stick to the fuckin' code
Got the strap in my cargos
Scan that boy like a barcode
I'm a winner, boy, you already know
Bitch, I'm the goat, she already know
Bitch, I'm a king, I need me a throne
Boy, you stuck, no you can't throw
Ha, oh, oh
Rewritten