OMG - Tarm, Flex God Daps

I need a new kettle I pray to the lord

I don’t do stress, open my pores, I’m all in the sauna

Had to get low, I felt like Osama

She beggin' me please, callin' me daddy

But last time I checked, I’m not her father (no)

Father lord, father lord, please forgive me for my transgressions (please)

No sleep I need 10 mill, a lil suttin for the transmission

I’m a boss, I’m a boss, they wasn’t there for the losses (no)

Shoutout Chedda shoutout Darren

One in lambo, one in porches

Cloth talk for the durag…

Screenshot, baby don’t do that

Can’t even flirt, they put me in group chat

Kettle her wrist, Fendi her body, I Gucci the purse

I throw out the money, the dollars’ll rain, the groupies disperse (rain, rain,

rain)