Lyrics Fully In - AKA

Pardon me for the drama
I put niggas through trauma
Couldn′t penetrate the armour
Now they drinking sugar water
Death or dishonour
Head shots to this on like
Can't stop when I own the sweatshop
Sauna
Blood clot, Lawyers

Everybody gotta have a dream
I could probably get some diamond teeth
If I ever meet Ben Baller
TKZee, family
Start a fight with Floyd
Halloween (trick or treat)
Thats guaranteed shibobo

We ain′t suppose to be on magazines
None of this shit was normal
Started jacking up for overseas
Pretty queen baby oil
Niggas gon be niggas, bitches won't be loyal
Contracts 7 figures-
Time piece like water!
Sexy ngiya-understand-ah
I'm in the section
I′m flexing
You pay attention. I pay my taxes

Bando, you hold the candle
Monna, relaxa
My stature too international
You flying Mango
Your baggage goes to Cabanas
I′m at the Palace
Jacuzzi
She finna use me
Orange juice me
Bad and boujee
Lil Uzi confuse me

Take off my Gucci, take off my jewlery
School me
I put this on my mama
Pussy niggas all up in ma face like balaclava
What's a Rand to a Dollar?
Is you gon′ dala what you holla?

Big boys... don't cry
Try to work in my shoe size, it′s too tight
Numbers don't lie
Lightening, ganja, more fire

Fully in, fully in
Fully in, fully in
Fully in, in the gym
Fully in, fully in
Bullet proof in a Benz
Philipp Plein, hundred M′s
Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele
I'm fucking bad

Body bags, body bags
Money bags, money bags

Fully in,
Fully in
Fully in,
In the gym
Bullet proof in a Benz
Philipp Plein, hundred M's
Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele, Bheki Cele

Say my name, or write it down
Sunday morning, til we tie it down
How many commas in my account?
I walk in the Louis and buy it out
I told my mama I would buy a house
I guess I′m the father figure now
You Mickey Mouse, in the clouds
Who′s K now? Who's Jigga now?
′Cause Reebok paid the big amount
They be lining up when the shit is out

What's up with your boy? What′s that shit about?
Monday to Monday, t-shirts are selling out
My niggas online, but you out of data, huh?
This ain't no regular cult, I′m rocking Virgil Abloh
Niggas finna get the Lampek, pull up on Marilyn Monroe
Niggas asking where your hands at, Phillip Ndou
My closet full of couture, your closet full of manure

In the club tryna make peace, Christall for my enemies
2018, that's a lame beef
When you focus your energy on the basics
Salaries, payslips
You ain't shit without family
They gon′ hold you down like gravity
Spaceship, eagle eye
Doors up like butterfly
Patience, all my dogs stunt, 101 Dalmatians
Black and white, keep an open mind
Harry Oppenheimer, that′s paper
They been doing it from wayza
With the free born Masons
Outta Stellenbosch with the laces
Eyes closed, shooting free throws like the Lakers

Swish, swish, swish, 2 points
Swish, swish, swish, 3 points, oh boy

Big boys... don't cry
Try to work in my shoe size, it′s too tight
Numbers don't lie
Lightening, ganja, more fire

Fully in, fully in
Fully in, fully in
Fully in, in the gym
Fully in, fully in
Bullet proof in a Benz
Philipp Plein, hundred M′s
Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele
I'm fucking bad

Body bags, body bags
Money bags, money bags
Fully in, fully in
Fully in, in the gym
Bullet proof in a Benz
Philipp Plein, hundred M′s
Out the roof, shoot to kill, Bheki Cele, Bheki Cele