Ayo, heckling the tan, you flex
Never rode a bike in my life
Supreme Vans selected (ah)
Selling coke, some might've stretched it
Nigga fell out, one sniff
Flags on the duplex crew necks, German Suplex
The Geiger with a few checks, Perrier-Jouët
Jewels dropped in the mess hall
"When you come home?" He said, "Never"
I think my heart got stuck (ah)
Ten chains on his arm, can you
Remember when Pete shot up my house
(boom boom boom boom boom
Mona Lisa Off White, 40 below Feigs
Four door Ferraris with no heads (skr)
My whole locker lit for a 10 o'clock count
I'm standing rich in the JJ Vance trench
Splash the brick on some Rob Van Dam shit
Doors on the cran-apple land lift
You had your cup, whats the logic?
Palm trees on the Mary Jane suit's
The feds wanna indict, give
Life, I'm looking rich, right?
The Wraith with the pinstripes, I been nice
Blow your head off with the crown on it
(Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Took the ace out the deck
Ain't no business like dope business
Terra cotta, ricotta, red snapper
Grilled lobster, and roasted lamb chops
He dresses his wife in Armani
Mistress in Versace, and his ho in Top Shop
Fly in his prime like Karl
In uniform like Karl Lagerfeld
Black leather on black leather black locs
Black blunts filled with black smoke
Ain't no business like dope business
It's brutal, and time is crucial
Think, what would Griselda do?
Shoot them before they can shoot you
You know what they say is true
Test the circle for weak links
Plum colored minks, plum colored drinks
Everyone wants to know what Plum thinks
Nigga told me his bitch gets lost
In the texture of my voice
She hears my poetry and her pussy gets moist
This is this is an Hermès
Level existence at this point, you know?
Like, you look at a, a Birkin bag
The more scratches on it, the more
The more value it has mmm
You know, so all those things
Those pieces of the story have
Created, uh, who I am today
