Dr. Martin Lil Gotit

[Chorus]
Stars in a coupe, I got a Patek on my wrist
I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since
I shoulda started in a ranch, cause I been dressing round this bitch
All the vibes with me like it's Spelman, I'm professor in this bitch
Yeah, 1942, It got her lose, Saint Laurent stones and prada shoe
Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup
Dollar sign for anything she do
Heavy drinking, cousin need a deuce
Block 30 sweep it with the broom
Dr Martin's walking on the moon

[Verse 1]
And they Rick, I could never go [?]
Run it up, then I upgrade my bezel
They hate in the street, gotta keep heavy mеtal
Bumblebee head cake, yеah, black and yellow
Hood Baby, he teaching these niggas to ball
Spaceship, yeah, I don't know where to land
Yeah, I'm too tired don't know where to fall
Down on my dick, and didn't nobody call
I gotta talk to em to work on the go
Boy, it's still fuck you and long live the pope
I had to manifest, money got low
Way that I pop you, you wouldn't know I was broke
Thotty got it, took them hoes to the land
I'mma get tucked in this bitch every chance
Niggas don't like me, cause most of them fans (Top Chef)
I'm a big brother so watch me play with bands
She just want link with her boyfriend (Type shit)
I just want link with my girlfriend
She gave me head in a Cullinan
Double [?]
I fixed up my teeth with some pearl (Pope Livin')
I live this shit for a purpose (Pope Livin')
Harmin' me, get you burned (Pope Livin')
Lotta millions [?]