Meta - graves, bbno$

Cash a Groupon and I’ll smash it 'til dawn, she probably thinks I’m a moron, ayy

Rip a girl’s thong but I put it back on 'cause it smell like prawn with aurums

Whipping in a brick, ain’t really moving shit, the wheels on me straight,

ayy ayy ayy ayy

Trapping so hard my grades just dropped, out here just giving no fucks, uh

Boujee ass bit with a brand new wrist, god damn that bit be a thick one, ayy

Brand new whip, with a brand new fit, and a brand new clip in my stick, yeah

Wrist be a kilo, got it on the down low, fuck you up easy it’s a free throw,

yeah

Hundred gram blunt, yeah 'course I gotta stunt, yeah, over here flexing with ya

mom, what

Whipping so fast, like baby slow down, nah boy, you stunt like a clown, yeah

Skrtting all around, 'cause I got a quarter pound, yeah, free shit for my whole

town, yeah

40 on my set, with the big names met, like fuck that, sipping on tech, yeah

Turnt ass set, where I broke my back, yeah, gotta stay hard on trap, yeah

Pop a Tic-Tac, yeah fuck your crack, yeah 'course I’m puffin on green, yeah

Ain’t that mean, got a brand new team, and I’m vaped up to my jeans, yeah

Five times ten is ten times five, gosh darn, I’m good at math

Candid bars, with a xannie bar, oh lord, I spit the truth, bitch

Mama told me ball 'til you’re Kobe, man I love pierogies

Dripping in gold, yeah dripping so much, yeah whoops I made a pool, bitch

Grind 'til I die, yeah I’m really so fly, I’m out here looking like a plane,

yeah

Shop for the ice, I’m blind like mice, yeah, 'cause she thinking I’m hot, yeah

Scrapping the pot, whipping the brick, mama told me not to go hit a lick

Grind everyday, cop me on rollie, saucing on you like I’m Alfredo Penne

Man it’s so lit, drank all of it, soon as the bill comes I gotta go ditch

Flex with my wrist, check on the time, dunno if I got the time for a dime, bitch

Skrtting so fast, don’t got much cash, fuck up the gold, yeah I’m into the brass

Broke out the cast, got you on blast, your girl’s in my bed and she’s showing

the ass

Flooring the gas, passing the gas, Newton said that I am more than the mass

Skipping the class, chasing the grass, let me get my paper, need to relax

Copping the dons, rocking the toms, 'course I’m so high, I just hit up a bong

Wonning the tons, magic like Johns, spun out the game like it’s wheel of fortune

P to the Kan, Jovi to Bon, my dick the same size as a BBC dong

Calling my mom with lean in my scone, had to tell her that I’m trapping so

strong