Imma cut the roof of the lambo
She gon lemme put her face camera getting them angles
No hands no
When you come to the crib, I want No clothes
Take them clothes off
I want your throat, I want your body
Smokin that pack yea its Blue Tomyz
Getting them racks I'm all about me
Roll up get high I need Gelatti
Two-tone the wrist I need it drippy
Can you drop for me yea
Make it clap for me yea
She got the keys yea
Push start easy yea
I've been sipping codeine yea
Promethazine yea
Yea
Space coup mars
Aim at your brain and heart
Spending a rack make it back by tomorrow
She getting wet like her name was Katara
Fuck you so good imma leave that bitch snoring
She know I love when that pussy be talking
Took her to Saks yea my money got longer
I popped a perc just to fuck her for longer
Balenci her toes just to make her feel special
Two-tone the Patek I bussed down the bezel
I ride with the mob my niggas gon wet em
I got every style and I got every hoe
Gun on my side like My name is Rambo
Open your mouth girl you better not choke
And you know I got bread cuz My back is Vlone
I did it myself yea I did it alone
My demons they lurk in the crowd of my shows
Serving them packs on the road
I blew a bag on a O yea
And I can't function
Now that I got money I ain't social
Imma cut the roof of the lambo
She gon lemme put her face camera getting them angles
No hands no
When you come to the crib, I want No clothes
Take them clothes off
I want yah throat, I want yah body
Smokin that pack yea its Blue Tomyz
Getting them racks I'm all about me
Roll up get high I need Gelatti
Two-tone the wrist I need it drippy
Can you drop for me yea
Make it clap for me yea
She got the keys yea
Push start easy yea
I've been sipping codeine yea
Promethazine yea
Yea