Lyrics Gelato - Koncept Jack$on

Precautious the drop off, fist all bitches
I balled with the bigger Hot Sauce niggas, guitar pick the pot y′all
Sipping dog piss and vodka, hit tall licks from afar
Mystic quickness, plot yards with my manaj chick lil akbar
Fibonach shit, forgot all this small physics
It's all up in the spirit, my broad slit wrists with stars in the lot
Pentagram plot gestapo, since sandbox all my papos
In a tan drop and die slow, did yards of dirt but dance out pronto
Fat in Miami with Capo, box corny amateur focks
Gelato for my thot, get top, horny damn fox
We lock eyes expansion the plan, cop on a mansion
Random stance, pot lucks we dancing off acid you panicking
Brandish my tags on all of my bitches asses ask em
Damaged my past, all of my stitches gashes, Platinum
Stats, he dolo cuz he be spazzin′, facts you wack
Be innermost bitch more than the bitches, imagine that

Fresh off snatch and grabs from fat cats with asthma
To grasp stacks and trip off acid in my fast car, I crashed par
Through dash I splash, landed far out, scabbed up and damaged
Odd antics mob frantic through the fog crossing basketball
Gassed up stars get noogies and wedgies yo we natural talent not manufactured at all yo
Maxing all stats, don't need a faction we ball ho
Capping off rats, dome bleed in fashions we ain't saw before