AVENTADOR

Yeah

Nineties fine, you a bad lil' bitch
Got you smellin' like Rihanna, but you ain't a savage
Big K got me out my rap shit
I been to doing it like foreigner whip
Four from the six, got me on my mind when I'm here
I bet these niggas thought I died last year, right?
Nah, I'm back, nigga
I mean, it's somethin' 'bout a lil' extendo with a clip
Hold that motherfucker like I'm holdin' on my dick, honey
Stop playin'
Look, why the fuck you think we here? How we get this far?
Who would have thought that D.C. made a fuckin' star?
French Canada, my brother turned superstar
That was rough enough to turn into a superstar
We got this whole block jumpin' like it's Mardi Gras
Thoughts of who really had it, got my two-step on
Shelly and suit, red bottom with my robbers on
Side pocket of my denim with my goofy scarf, yeah
I got a thing for a Bentley Azure
Leather seats, dirty cash on the floor, right?
Stop playin' with me
I mean, peep my style, peep my melodies
Why these bitches have a teeth and try to cancel me?
On Jesus, haha
I mean, all praises to the most high prophet
Noble Drew Ali and the Five Percent posse, nigga
I'm resurrected, goddammit

(Enoch)