Pandemonium

Now they can't see me
I'm dripping like Fiji
That boy got a problem, I told him come meet me
I'm way too official to show off my pistols
But now that's a fact, know that I keep it with me
Everyone fiend, they want take the easy way
I'm bout my green, I ain't on no other way
House on the hills, yeah that's where my momma stay
Made me a mill, and I took off andele
Broski a shotta, I callled him from Moscow
I gave him like 40 to pop with a mask out
They came in with 223's, like they all blackout
Nah we in cap, tryna see what you talk about
I'm bout my money, I'm doing this shit
Got a bougie bitch cover over suck on my shit
I ain't cracking the seal, bitch you know it's legit
Got the drip on my fit
And the grip on my hip
Switch, switching my check up
She wanna fuck on me, bitch she's so extra
Gave me some dome and you know that I left her
Hoes wanna fuck, fuck with your cheddar
Spinning the block, one need a stretcher
Spinning right back, and two needs some extra
You got a problem, I got the answer
Smoking exotic, only that pressure
Keep me a ruler, ain't talking no measure
Bitch you so rude, I wish I ain't met her
Damn, sheesh
Bitch you so rude, I wish I ain't met her
Breezy, Breezy
I said, I been a fucking on pussy for pleasure
I'm fucking on that bitch I know she a treasure
I'm giving the numbers
Ain't giving the letters
Is this what I do with my Smith and my Westons
I make it look effortless
No need for discretion bitch
We kill that shit with no effort bitch
I'm out here looking so damn cool
All these little hoes, they know what it do
Rocking Givichy and Prada
I'm rocking designer
I'll catch your bitch ass up tomorrow for a buck or two
I heard you got attitude
Bitch what the fuck has been up with you
You acting so shady, my baby
I pull up Mercedes, you know I'm gon' fuck with you
My homies sum fucking goons
Sipping on Caribou, Lou and the Grey Goose
That shit too incredible
We do what we want and we do what we like to
We some muh-fucking rebels, you can't play with us
Boy you know damn well we dangerous
I'm smoking on angel dust
I'm getting so high, I ain't living in no rush
The pillows I'm sleeping on plush
The money I get in a rush
The hoes I been fucking a ton
I just told them don't wait on me none
Then she a bitch, treach, capiche
I could get her any day of the week
And call her friend, hop in the Benz
Fuck in the car and then put her to sleep
Pussy was good
I rolled a wood
Smacking that ass to the clap of the beat
Homie a fiend
Call Josephine, I need some dope
Can't be stressing for free
And it's designer
Gucci on Prada
Passing that girl even though she a model
And she was tripping, like what's your problem
I told her baby girl get me a bottle
$dB on the shit
I got this bitch on my dick
And come over and she fucked the whole clique, yeah, woah