Hit E

Thanks, D'Acri. Uh. Yeah. Yeah. Count that up, put that over there. Get it right. I'm a shit talker, I'm a Shit popper. He got money problems, He ain't got a thousand on him. We some real trappers, we get real active. Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with Ballers. Count blue hundreds then I rubber band it, Boy. In the club throwing ones left-handed, Boy. Let me grab that ass, baby, So I know it's real. Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business Over here. Rich nigga preference, That's a great selection. Baby girl exhausted, she looking for the bossing. Neck going stupid, wrist too icy, Nigga. Say she want Louis, say she tired of Nike, nigga. Maybach cost a quarter, I'm eating Steak and oysters. I like Rolls Royces, Got too many choices. You wanna win, call us. Wake up, fuck the mall up. Every cop fall up and my pockets clogged up. I don't wanna rap with you, boy, I got Shit to do. Dog shit in a two-seater, This a chicken coop. Put a hundred in my Mouth, I just left Johnny. Big Za in the club, it's a damn tsunami. I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper. He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand On him. We some real trappers, we get real Active. Say your pockets smaller, she only fuck with Ballers. Count blue hundreds then I rubber band it, Boy. In the club throwing ones left-handed, Boy. Let me grab that ass, baby, So I know it's real. Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business Over here. I got real paper, real tall paper. I hide my money in the wall, I call It wallpaper. I only smoke flavors and all my suits tailored. I got my neighbors mad 'cause my house bigger Than my neighbors. I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch. Shawty seen the WAP, she tryna risk it. Drop top Ferrari so you know the top is Off. She say she scared of spiders so I Had to drop her off. I ain't got no worries, I got rich nigga Problems. And when it come to popping, I'm like Owen, Red, and Barker. Part-time rapper, full-time shit talker. Can I test if it's real, bae? 'Cause that shit walkin'. I'm a shit talker, I'm a shit popper. He got money problems, he ain't got a thousand On him. We some real trappers, we get real Active. Say your pockets smaller, She only fuck with ballers. Count blue hundreds then I rubber band it, Boy. In the club throwing ones left-handed, Boy. Let me grab that ass, baby, So I know it's real. Ayy, you broke, boy, you ain't got no business Over here. Go, go, go, go