Devour

Don't think it's sweet just cuz I'm Asian, ain't no vacation
Headed to the top that's my destination, ugh
I'm a lion in the jungle, I can never fumble
Can't fuck with snakes Professor McGonagall
And I like my bitches double aye
I'm cold hearted like I play for the Eagles
Got a Smith and Wesson but I'm saving for the dessert eagle
Been killing this pussy it should be illegal
Speak on my name you must've got paid for it
Kiss a bitch, fuck her from the back then record it
She texting me paragraphs I had to ignore it
Like bitch shut the fuck up I'm recording
From 925 but 1 double O
H20 bars on Aquafina flow bitch

Bank account John Cena cuz y'all can't see me
Headed the top, you gotta believe me
I burn this beat down like a CD
Shot flick of the wrist but I'm still fly like a frisbee
And all my mrs miss me aye
Got LV so they wanna envy
I keep scoring so they wanna come check me
I raise the bar like I'm bench pressin
And I'm killing y'all just like I'm Freddy
Or I'm cooking like Chowder

Take your princess call me Bowser
Beats I devour, Stank ass attitude bitch take a shower oou
Cuz I was made for this, date a bitch once and pay for it
You her nigga now but I'm her favorite
See all I do is flip work get back get paid
Y'all saving hos I'm more like Bruce Wayne
Clog up the air, it's Newports and Zaza
I'm scoring like Melo and all I need is my Lala ugh

I'm smoking gas with my foot on the gas
My green incredible we stretch them bands then we dash
Been making money since we was robbing Staples
And my future picture perfect we don't need no cables
I take her out to dinner so we say we stable
Cuz had the baddest bitch at the wrong time that shit got me fucked up
She talkin bout settling down bitch shut the fuck
I keep shit player, she said nigga will you ever grow up
Bitch

TMFG but when you see me you know it's big 4
I plead the 5th but watch out cuz you know they'll fucking back door
You purpin on my name to yo bitch you a fuckin homo
Dame D.O.L.L.A. I can make it rain from the logo
Red cup sippin but I'm always solo
I'm to the neck like a button up polo
I ain't a killer but ain't no telling where I might go
I'm ballin like I'm Michael
Boutta score like FICO
You know I'm preaching like the Bible

I'm a fly motherfucka but I never make a sound
Flip work get it back go back to town
Askin where my girl at, I'm like a PAC I get around
King shit all I'm fucking waiting is my crown
Curveballin bitches you might've thought I was on the mound
Murdering beats you might go and need a pastor
Counting money so long I think my fucking hands hurt