To You/Paraphernalia Xanman

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey
Smokin' the dope, lil' nigga got red eye
I go to Ruth Chris, bitch, with a rabbi
Brand new Audi truck, we 'bout to spin out
Bitch not tryna suck dick, she can get out
I told the bitch, "Wanna slide here after midnight?"
Bitch nigga want hand downs and I cannot
Been that nigga, always tryna get by

[Chorus]
Donnie Katana
Ooh, I told the truth (Brr)
I never lied to you (Ooh)
I told the truth
I never lied to you
Brr, brr
Hey-a-hey-a-hey

[Verse 2]
Paris, Chanel (Brr)
I put her in Paris, Chanel (Wait wait)
But I got paraphernalia (Wait, hey, wait, hey)
I got a big stick on me, bitch better get off me (Get over)
Bitch sayin', "Huh", she thinkin' I'm Rick Ross
I'm feelin' like Plies, the bitch in the Ritz Carlton (Ooh)
I hate all these niggas, get hung, like fire auto
I'm fighting these demons off Perc's, them Percocets
I got a bad bitch in Hawaii, no Honolu' (Perc', perc', perc')
Las Vegas Strip with a whole bunch of prostitutes
I walk with my dog, I call the bitch Marmaduke (I walk with that dog)
That .40 make him do a flip like Jeff Hardy do (Oh yeah)
We hit him up like Lil' Wayne at Tha Carter II
Bad bitch want me to pay for her college (College)
My nigga be workin', but we not no colleague
New Lamborghini truck, I'm pushin' like Rocket League
These bitches gon' fuck, these bitches be collard greens (Ooh)
Nigga, I got two Glocks, this Crash and Berenstein
I been takin' them drugs, I don't look like an earthling (Ling)
My boujee lil' bitch want me to buy her a Birkin
Even real street niggas still servin' the Perc' fiends
Hey, hey, my side bitch be on that fake shit
My life get plugged than Jay Critch