T raw rock my own
kick game
8 figure deal figure how
I’m courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit
I’m with Rozay
Black Maybach leather
gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating
me bitch no day
Benz a make her dance
that’s thousand dollar
foreplay
AK get a full clip not a
sound wave
You kissed her in her
mouth ask her how my
dick taste
Bitch nigga you don’t
want no drama i’m worth
a couple commas
It’s death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all
my shit be designer
Extraordinary rhymer
I bodied yo’ shit for nothin’
Wes west up hot temper
Get wet up she give me
head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death
from gesture
Cash in the safe I don’t
feel no pressure
I’m dope
All all my shit dope
All all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing
these hoes
I’m dope
All all my shit dope
All all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing
these hoes
Shit
She fuck Hermes and
the hustle
Crown on the watch she
got niggas still thuggin’
87 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so
it ain’t no budget
New chains Rolex links
New chick just to drag
my mink
New car just to ride
around here
Aviator crew we
flyest ’round here
Hating on hood niggas
dying ’round here
Bath Salt Boss got
insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope
boys at odds
I done seen it all but it’s
back to these broads’
Hands clap like a nigga in
the stadium
Million dollar chain but I’m
rocking 8 of ‘em
I see you sleeping boy
don’t make me pick your
label up
Scottie Pippen on the dribble
I just laid ‘em up
Another triple got me tripping
like it’s angel dust
We just winning all the
women in my table ah
Say my name say my name
nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga nigga
say my name
I’m dope
All all my shit dope
All all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing
these hoes
I’m dope
All all my shit dope
All all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing
these hoes
Chief rocka pill popper
Tell them pull them things
out cause my car topless
Off topic get on top it wish
us some absence
So sincere in her belly
that’s the nah shit
King announcing that
gangsta shit we mobbin’
We taking your dollars
Creflo no white collar
I pop pop wish a nigga
would call Thomas
Bitch I’m the bomb call me
the Unabomber
Money in my game I’m
driving shit that’s insane
You niggas stay in your
lane no playing ain’t nothing
changed
Pardon this good regime
I make your girl David Blaine
Murder was the case all
the kids say that nigga T raw
I’m dope
All all my shit dope
All all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing
these hoes
I’m dope
All all my shit dope
All all my shit dope
Cuz it’s 187 how I killing
these hoes