Folklore

Let's get it going, nigga, we can rock and roll
I tell you, don't test a nigga when he's low (when he's low)
And this is folklore the dagger with the cloak
I'm in the boardroom just speaking with the coach
They're sleeping on me, hit 'em in their throats
She's spent weekend with me, made her Sunday roast
I'm a decent host, she want tea and toast (jeez)
That pussy TNT it's dope, she just seeing growth, she ain't leaving (hmm)

How do I take this pain away? I was locked up with Jones
Didn't know what to say that day
Carry on, think I'm playing
Tell him about this game I play
Look at this one of one shit
What can I say it's tailor made
Fed up on spooky faces, you can fake it
You just living your life real lazy
You gotta be joking, look he's tripping over his laces
I'm like LeBron, it's like I'm repping the L.A. Lakers
Like Joseph, the son of Jacob

Come a little closer, so you can see me close
Kissed a couple frogs, but she won't see me croak
ATL with drip, bullet proof with OPs
We got three Brownings, it's givin' me En Vogue
You're speaking on me, these niggas is ghosts
Leaking information your niggas give me loads
Checking out my coat, all you see is Dolce
I'm with Ghetts and Kano, all you see is GOATs
I think this weekend gon' be

They're replicas, that's iCopy
That's my little Spanish ting
Jump out she's like "Hi Papi"
I could never trust her
She can't even lie properly
But she's so fucking sexy
She gon' get this (she gon' get this)
Cousi' got them trees
He ain't meanin' oak
We been eating lobster, we ain't seein' oats
Do it for my block niggas, they ain't seeing sosh
I'm lookin' for them billions, we ain't seeing trolls
I got that sweeter toffee