Ridiculous

Drama boy. Ayy, two Cs, you know how we rockin'. Chris Beats. Buck. Blindfolded in a black van, I'm a black man With these Mexicans. Said it's time for me to go and flex Again. Booked time to run up that check again. What? Y'all must got a curfew. Trappin' all night, I can show you what the Work do. Trap. I can make a young murk You. Baow. I can make a bad nurse you. Shawty. Ayy, and I'm really strapped in church too. Lord forgive me, these wanna kill me. Lord. I was prayin' and I know you didn't Hear me. The bullets went bang, but nothin' came Near me. Cartiers, I can see clearly. Bloodshot eyes, they might look teary. My shirt might say Burberry. Burberry. My jeans might say Amiri. Yeah, pardon me if I overdo it. They was hatin' on me, I was gettin' to It. I'm not gon' play and know it. I been walkin' 'em down and runnin' through it. I wake up and go pick them sticks up. Ayy. I smoke when I go pick them bricks Up. I'm Christian Dior-ing my up. I know this soundin' ridiculous. You really been runnin' your chips up. I know my wrist lookin' ridiculous. Ayy, they are not with us. I pull up, my whip is ridiculous. Yeah. We put the 30 on anything lookin' suspicious. So don't take no pictures, nah. I pay the tab for all of my enemies, I'm doin' my dishes. I am ridiculous, Uh.