Lil nigga cuz its levels to this shit.
Hot whips you aint seen though. Limo thats my Rolly. Two-eleven on yo bitch. Turn yo ass she stolen.
I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch. And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch.
30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist.
I don't sleep much I'm up chasing my dreams!
Talking dirty to these niggas with my Listerine if I was there you know we ball, Mr. Clean.
All this love I get ain't gon take the hate away, but these haters motivate me in a crazy way.
Feeling like Mike before the fade away, I'm like should I take the shot or let it fade away.
They want my soul and my body for a lil change, I'm dancing with the illuminati call it soul train.
Off season but I practice like I got a game today, and everybody ain't gon make it out, it's a shame to say.