Polo Sweater - Michael Christmas, G Perico, Domo Genesis

Now who dropped the top on the foreign Mazda?

Not me

Don’t got Balenciaga, on two different drugs but I’m chuggin' water

Stop please, might influence your mama

Got game for that ass like Madden replay

That nigga got jokes like DeRay

Starburst juicy, she look like Lucy

Told the cutie 'scuse me, she said «beat it groupie»

I hope I don’t come ass thirsty, firstly

I just wanna say your breath smell like a jersey

Some shit game on Jerome Kersey

One day I’ll be rich like Percy

Grape smash, petty cabbers I wave past

I hate math, it’s a problem my brain blast

I take baths, big bubbles cost double

Big broke, but bitch niggas is in trouble

They ain’t gon' act like that forever

They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar

Let 'em try to come back then, they know better

Warm ass sleep like I’m in a 'lo sweater

The only that’s gon' change is the weather

Let 'em come back, I know they know better

Take my friends, pink Range with the leather

Let 'em come back, I know they know better

Ain’t shit changed with the money that I just made

They love you when you broke but they change when you get paid

Jealous, selfish, grow me a neck and helpless

Y’all playin', I’m tryna take it to another level

Seen this shit when I was little

I come from a hood where your best friend’d kill you for crumbs

That’s nothin', y’all ain’t never seen money

Niggas think ten-thousand is somethin', get fly then you down to nothin'

I remember when my bag ran low

They was happy, thought it was all over

I came back better, cars got faster

No tents, son, got my neck glowin' in traffic

I’m big-ballin', you niggas got big problems

Seen who was real when I was sittin' at the very bottom

If you keep talkin' 'bout me to your bitch, she gon suck a nigga dick

They ain’t gon' act like that forever

They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar

Let 'em try to come back then, they know better

Warm ass sleep like I’m in a 'lo sweater

The only that’s gon' change is the weather

Let 'em come back, I know they know better

Take my friends, pink Range with the leather

Let 'em come back, I know they know better

Whoa, ay

Goddamn, yeah, uh, ay

Real shit, ay

Real shit, ay

Real shit, ay

Got the function smellin' like Fresh Prince hair

Real shit, real shit

You really coulda been a player, but that ain’t yo place

I hit the jank and make it shake like an M-1 tank

Havin' a really great time, but I’m blank on face

The only way I laugh now is on the way to the bank

Do you honestly, wanna take a little ride with me?

Get high with me in my city?

Wavy like the fade that’s on Sean Diddy Comb’s hair

I want it all, like, is you gon' eat your cornbread?

The whole world, Craig

How I secure it way too sick, you can’t cure it, embrace it, it’s fluid

You late to get a taste of the purest game laced to the fullest

Look at the plate that I’m pullin'

Deep shot for the shooters like I play for the Bullets

Long range with the gold aims

Fresh ass white T, that’s my codename (in my white tee)

And I’m mobbin' with the whole gang

Fuck a rap check, I’m finna blow the whole thang

They ain’t gon' act like that forever

They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar

Let 'em try to come back then, they know better

Warm ass sleep like I’m in a 'lo sweater

The only that’s gon' change is the weather

Let 'em come back, I know they know better

Take my friends, pink Range with the leather

Let 'em come back, I know they know better

Real shit, real shit, real shit

If you keep talkin' bout me to your bitch, she gon suck a nigga dick

You really coulda been a player, but that ain’t yo place

Grape smash, petty cabbers I wave past

They’ll switch up when a nigga touch cheddar

Let 'em try to come back then, they know better