[Verse 1: Armani Caesar]
Ayo, GPS say I'm 3 away, be there in 2
Rich bitch, I don't follow shit I make the rules
Phone on DnD, I hit you back, I'm making moves
He a gangsta , I'm a gangsta too , we gangsta boos
Big boss , yeah I'm the one bitch not the two
Pretty bitches in my crew, we pop out, we shake the room
I wake up, stay prayed up, then get to my cake
Bitches hate but make sure it never get to my face, yeah
I'm international, world tours, I'm packing those
Hit the club, tell the valet, park it diagonal
Everybody eat, cool whips, tan biscotti seats
Still be grinding when everybody sleep
My talent is elite, nails and my Birkin, pussy pink
On a leak, dripping like the kitchen sink
I'm on my red bully, ass soft but a tough cookie
Ceas' got the hottest nigga's mushy
[Verse 2. Rome Streetz]
Ayo , fuck the elevator I took the stairs to stardom
Don't compare Me to those squares they all stuck , sick and starving
Washed up fucks all under the God's wing , KISS THE RING
Lemme reiterate fans telling , Me you that dude
But you're just food on a diner plate
Catch a body on YouTube lemme demonstrate
My pen is the pistol , My bars are the bullet in your face
Cold case now they know I did it
I'd knew I get My palms on a pot of gold I was so committed Switch the mode from selling cutties cooked blow for digits
Different product but still poppin the flow's a bi'ness
Dusty niggas ain't dope enough to go to distance
I've been shinning , My glow fuck up your whole vision
Trapping globally them foreign hoes blow Me kisses
Heartbreak kid the black Shawn Michaels
Put dick deep in her rib , she bust like a rifle
I see no rival you just a target in a scope
Who couldn't hang with the God if they neck was in a rope
Motherfucker
Ayo, GPS say I'm 3 away, be there in 2
Rich bitch, I don't follow shit I make the rules
Phone on DnD, I hit you back, I'm making moves
He a gangsta , I'm a gangsta too , we gangsta boos
Big boss , yeah I'm the one bitch not the two
Pretty bitches in my crew, we pop out, we shake the room
I wake up, stay prayed up, then get to my cake
Bitches hate but make sure it never get to my face, yeah
I'm international, world tours, I'm packing those
Hit the club, tell the valet, park it diagonal
Everybody eat, cool whips, tan biscotti seats
Still be grinding when everybody sleep
My talent is elite, nails and my Birkin, pussy pink
On a leak, dripping like the kitchen sink
I'm on my red bully, ass soft but a tough cookie
Ceas' got the hottest nigga's mushy
[Verse 2. Rome Streetz]
Ayo , fuck the elevator I took the stairs to stardom
Don't compare Me to those squares they all stuck , sick and starving
Washed up fucks all under the God's wing , KISS THE RING
Lemme reiterate fans telling , Me you that dude
But you're just food on a diner plate
Catch a body on YouTube lemme demonstrate
My pen is the pistol , My bars are the bullet in your face
Cold case now they know I did it
I'd knew I get My palms on a pot of gold I was so committed Switch the mode from selling cutties cooked blow for digits
Different product but still poppin the flow's a bi'ness
Dusty niggas ain't dope enough to go to distance
I've been shinning , My glow fuck up your whole vision
Trapping globally them foreign hoes blow Me kisses
Heartbreak kid the black Shawn Michaels
Put dick deep in her rib , she bust like a rifle
I see no rival you just a target in a scope
Who couldn't hang with the God if they neck was in a rope
Motherfucker
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