2004 SUNS

[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]
Bought a cup, blossom, bubbles
Powerpuff girls, it's a threesome on shuffle
Fucked up my kicks and I stomped in a puddle
Grand theft auto when I stomp on the pedal
Louis Vuitton, need Virgil all seasons
Any given Sunday, movie like Belly
Fetty provolone, get the dough, Papa John's
I was so fly, they ain't let me in prom
This late with a [?], bout to go get a farm
Bracelets on my wrist like the Wonder Woman arm
Cal down bitch, you acting too hyper
I smoke by myself, I don't smoke in no cypher

[Verse 2: Baby 9eno]
I'm going hard on this bitch like a porno
I'm at your door like DiGiorno
I turn it up like a promo
Stay with the 9 but bitch I'm no Romo
I fell in love with the digits
Stand at the store, mix it up with the chemicals
I'm in the trap with them criminals
New [?], sit em and shake him and leave him in critical
VS1 diamonds, my favorite color E
If you want a feature, it's gon' cost a fee
Dot my i's and I'm crossing all my t's
Rappers in my story jacking all the steez

[Verse 3: Soduh]
Marino tee cover my torso
Trap out of [?], this sucker is foreclosed
I'm in the game like Lee Corso
Might All-Star, sh, I'm totin' a 4-0
Designer my body, that's court clothes
Sending the contract back, I need more 0's
Shit a get tragic, get to clapping like a gogo
Shit I'm calling my cousin, I ain't calling no popo
I smell what? Nigga make sure the door closed

[Verse 4: Lulu P]
Your little bitch wanna pop it
I been rocking, cut her off stalking
Bitch, these Gallery jeans, not Robin
I'm tryna live out my dream, not robbing
I put this 45 ruger to your noggin
In my pocket, P for profit
Vibes on [?], I done went up, I don't need nobody
Cap ass nigga, you ain't got no body
Bad white hoe wanna sell her body
I'm finna go [?], fuckin Atari
Gotta eat shit gang, no I'm not sorry
I got the VS, the Carti
In a minute, call ya right back, bitch I'm counting chicken
Addie pour up [?]

[Verse 5: OG Don 999]
Uzi it came with suppressor
It's all about fresh impressions
Niggas be all in my business, get the fuck out of my section
Pull up in a S5, don't fuck with a Lexus
The pints of the Wock, they be coming from Texas
I beat up the pack, I be feeling like Tekken
I'm in the hills with my feet up
I pour a four in a two liter
I'm not a follower, I'm a leader
She got stripes on her ass, like a Cheetah
I just get to that money, I'm never leaving
I be shopping in Barneys, don't fuck with Nieman
I gotta stay on my toes, I cannot ever fall off
Working every day, don't call off
I be ballin', feel like Randy Moss