Walk up in this b***h and they like "Who got the weed?"
If you finna roll the spliff you better pass it to me
I need dinner reservation for my entire team
I'm the best at what I do, but I don't do it for free
I got racks and racks and racks and racks, I keep in the safe
Oh he say he want some beef, well b***h I saved you a plate
My accountants they one hunnid', they don't make no mistakes
Just a smile on my face all it takes, for me to get your body
Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd stay 'til it's over
Burning like a falling star
Tearing at your rotten heart
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd stay 'til it's over
Venom in my system, girl I like your physique
Got me feelin' so euphoric, got me talkin' so sweet
Go lay back and let it hit you when I sink in my teeth
Yeah, my allure gon' have you open like a skeleton key
God don't even got to know, so go on just have a taste
Yeah, the fruit is still forbidden but the feeling is great
Go ahead, live in the moment, it's okay to partake
Just a bed full of snakes, all it takes for me to get your body
Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd stay 'til it's over
Burning like a falling star
Tearing at your rotten heart
I can't say how it's gonna be
But you promised that you'd stay 'til it's over
Came a long since way back when, since AJ pushed zips out of Dennos' crib, yeah
Mama K's and we had bunk beds, and I was steady put the pad to the pen
Saying ***t like, fifty b****** on my d***
Pretty boy swag, yeah I'm way too lit
Lil' broke boy, you don't got it like this
Mic gettin' ripped, p**** I'ma tell you like this
You ain't really f****** with the boy
You ain't really talking s*** you ain't really saying nothin' to me
You ain't really gettin' money, you ain't really f*****' b******
You ain't champagne sippin', you ain't big whip whippin'
You ain't even really worth my time
You ain't really got a gang ride witchu, stay solid like mine
You ain't got a AJ, got a Chryse
You ain't even got a job, got a car
B**** boy get a life, I'm ill
Yeah, I'm in Miami be smokin' on key lime
Cut down these rappers some like Captain Levi
Yuh, might mix the Rick Owens up with some Levi's
I got that type of s***, make you wan' rewind
I had enough you lil' boy need to realize
For all of you cry babies b******' bout me switchin' up
Need to look in the mirror go and' suck that s*** up
Matter fact open wide swallow both of these nuts you lil' b****
Yeah, still Cloudboys 2015 'til infinity
Strapped with a vest, screaming f*** all my enemies
If I die tomorrow, yo b**** gon' remember me
Yeah
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