24K Organic E

Ayy, what's happenin'? Straight up. Bouncin' out the motherfuckin' foreigns and shit. Yeah. Bitch, you see these motherfuckin' jewels? Buzz down. Bitch, I might write a motherfuckin' smoothie book Or somethin', man, you know what I'm sayin'? Sell the shit for thirty dollars, Period, Nigga. And I'm gon' do numbers. Check it out. Yeah. It's way too much money to just be chillin' And shit. I met Baby at Johnnys and Vinnies And let her ride in the six. I got a couple president childs, I'm timin' like This. I might step out tonight just to crack Somethin' thick. The first night I never hit 'cause I got morals and shit. I'm in the house playin' Prince, essential oils and Shit. Take the whip to the shop, Check the coils and shit. I done checked five hundred, you just spoiled a Bitch. Let's hit Florida, bitch. Ooh, excuse my French. I know you from overseas, they don't be talkin' Like this. Your lil' bro a big fan, Here go some hoodies for him. She came way from Australia to fuck with a Pimp. That was some random ass shit, But I loved the experience. She was like a top model, hell yeah, I was curious. I'm not a superstar, Baby, but my ice cost a ticket. Copped a low-key loft 'til the house get finished. What's happenin'? I'm ridin', I'm smokin', But keep it on me. You a phony, baloney, you ain't the homie. Big digs on me. Twenty-four karats, cold B. And it's loaded, I'm focused, I'm on it. Don't trip, I got it, I'm big homie. Smokin' kush in L Coles. Sellin' L Bose, everything goes. Ayy, lately I've been feelin' like I gotta get It. I drive hella cash, nigga, Your shit rented. I walk in the Benz, They runnin' my credit. Approved for everything, I'm swipin' my debit. I'm ridin' my bike, my Glock got a light. If I'm bringin' you over, then I'm fuckin' tonight. I'm ridin' and swervin', Uber Suburban. That's not a Birkin, baby, you purpin'. My bitches be workin', your bitch is hurtin'. I'm in Hawaii, chillin' and surfin'. Bitch, why you playin'? Fuck is you sayin'? We out in Reno, a date at the Sands. Money in grams, grams in my hand. Hit up my gram, she got that syrup for Sale. I'm perkin' like hell, that's the Henny and Weed. Fuck it in my system with a Glock 17. What's happenin'? I'm ridin', I'm smokin', but keep it on me. You a phony, baloney, you ain't the homie. Big digs on me. Twenty-four karats, cold B. And it's loaded, I'm focused, I'm on it. Don't trip, I got it, I'm big homie. Smokin' kush in L Coles. Sellin' L Bose, everything goes.