Aesthetics

Champagne and champagne up in the motherfucking club Today. Niggas be running their jaw, yeah. They ain't paying back, trust too faded. I blow my own smoke, gotta get my motherfucking Pocket right. Niggas, I'm running the territories, And sooner or later, I rock that Nigga ripped My fucking beats and freaked it, we into this First we niggas make love, and we holler at The kids. This that shit, though, this that shit, Bro. Roll a blunt up in club, I'm on The go. This a little ho, ho, fucking with A ho, ho. I got a bad bitch with The four-door. This that gangsta shit, nigga, Feeling from the start. This shit knock Your diamonds like motherfucking gangsta, There ain't no faking, ain't no need worry. Niggas knew what's going it look like man, They made me something. These niggas like everything, never freaking with The Acting like I don't about time, And I Know What's Happening To 'em. It's just niggas and It's just and Beats, getting freaky, all up in my lungs.