Corner Suite

I hopped in it full speed, I'm going straight to the top

We got liquor in rotation perky's breakin for thots

Every glizzy got a switch they think it gang from the Chi

You ain't spendin' at least a twenty I ain't wasting my time

I hop in it full speed, I'm going straight to the top

I got liquor in rotation perky's breakin' for thots

Every glizzy got a switch they think gang from the Chi

And I ain't spendin' at least a twenty, I ain't wasting my time

I sense when they envy talk

I see hate in they eyes

Man, I hate when that bitch talk

I like her better face down

All that playin', ain't no talkin', let the draco make sounds

Gotta keep it incognito movin' weight through they town

Bendin' corners early, swervin', servin'

My young **** purgin', cautious man, I know you heard me

Sippin' dirty, feelin' like I'm birdie

Mixed in with the perky's

Stick 'em while you workin'

Get a job

The shit you doin' ain't even worth it

Goin' in like I got motherfuckin' curfew

Money to my Aunty, to my nieces and my nephews

Once you play it wrong I'm a dead you

I left yo ass on read too

Granny say why you always got red juice

White paint, seats red too

All my racks are blue

All your raps is cap

Got the dice, shook and threw a nack

Phone beatin'

Know who got the hook up like blue and black

That's my old mini chain like they damn boy, don't you rap

Attach them to my name and these lames, trying to hold me back

I just left the country, I went shopping, spent like forty racks

Soon as I touched back I did a show made that forty back

Hit a **** DM, I'm a demon where yo shorty at

Made that lil bitch cut his water off, I'm drinkin' all of that

Chill ****, coupe chill too the roof be fallin' back

Ballin' on them, they don't stand a chance with they sorry ass

These **** chasin' rich **** like the bitches

Bitch it's tinted, why don't you give me head in it, you a vixen

If I was broke, I wouldn't crack a joke I would try to fix it (Get money)

I'm tryin' to figure out if this shit fact or this shit fiction

Marbel on my

Marbel on my kitchen

LV on my white low's why would I come kick it

Told her keep it clean, keep it scentless, keep it sticky

I still rock Givenchy with the dogs, this shit vintage

Make it rain on a lame ass rapper, kill his image

Place an order for ten thousand fake beans since they gremlins

Flip it, flip, flip again

That's my gymnast

I can grant your wishes I'm like Timmie what you thinkin'?

Phone won't stop ringin'

Juice won't stop blingin'

I ain't gonna tell ya no lies I either done or I seen it

How to keep it low, my engine screamin'

Hoodrich like Keem

Bought my bitch a beamer

Know you seen it

All her diamonds fiji

All my **** made men, fuck do ya'll be thinkin'

You get money, oh really, they think I'm from Cleveland

I'm out with the sharks and I'm Willie Beamon

Cups pink, Killa Cam

And I really mean it