​​psi ops freestyle RIVEN

[Intro]
(Pick up the phone, Xp, quit playin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
This fit is Margiela, and them bands on me, I got hella
Got a plan, just hit my cellular (Yeah)
I don't think I can stop gettin' cake (Oh, oh)
I don't give a fuck 'bout the opps, they gon' hate
I'm throwin' these bands, right in they face, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in the Porsche, on the way to the bank (Yeah, bitch)
I be countin' hunnids everyday in my state
Diamonds on my neck, they wet like a lake, yeah
Keep up with me, you cannot keep the pace (Uh)
I feel like Neo, oh yeah
I am the one, 'boutta change up the matrix, I know they be hatin', yeah (Yeah)
I cannot stop 'til I'm countin' the millies, I can't be complainin' (Yeah)
I need them racks, bitch, yeah, I'ma take it
I don't give a fuck yeah, I'm way too impatient
Designer, designer, I'm rockin' Maison Margiela
Numbers, all that I'm seein', lil' bitch, I'm on the highway, I'm speedin'
I keep goin' up and I switch every season
I do this for real and I don't need a reason (Yeah)
Wack ass song, tell that boy he can keep it
Fuck-nigga, took his bitch, now his ass started tweakin' (Ooh)
I'm smokin' on some 'za, lil' bitch, I'm geekin'
Like DaveBlunts, a nigga be eatin', yeah
I'm posted up with them heathens, yeah
He runnin' for his life, he rollin' up the dice
I need my partner like Tony [?]
Bitch, I'm in Houston, I'm ridin' the heist (Yeah)
And I want your [?]
I'm smokin' 'za, bitch I'm high as a kite
I'm cookin' up, this shit hittin' like Tyson