Digital-drops

Uh Yea Been about my, yea Woah, yea, been about my, what! Yea, been about my guap Been about my guap Real shit My stummy feel sick Oh shit I been about my clips Let's talk about your bitch, she been up on my dick And it's real life, bitch I'm rocking Fahrenheit, ain't no Rick Got this drip from my guap Uh, your boy just a opp Cookie dough You can smell down from the block And my brother siked out So I gotta keep an eye Bad lil bitch She never saying nah Say nah Say nah In the room with the guys Smoking boof, through the roof To the noon To the night I'm bouta hit that right I'm not the type to talk shit on the internet Imma talk shit in real life Y'all left with likes, I left with stripes I'm not Yachty, girl I want you for forever, not one night Nah, these Oscars giving me head spins, I don't think I'mma be alright, aye Nah nah, I'm straight Bypass that way All my goons cut through the back entrance I ain't gotta say which way She tryna fuck with a rockstar Tryna fuck with a rockstar And I put that bitch on my roster I put that bitch, I know I know I know The way it always comes The same way it always goes I put VVS on my nose I fuck that bitch, I know By 17, rocking them dreads And that same bitch calling me GOAT My height like 5.6 But that same bitch calling me Bol And I ball like Kobe But I ain't even bald They act like know me But they don't even know Still rocking the Coach Got a bag that I tote Tryna see on the low But they don't really know