Tuxedo

I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that Pack, ****

Still got 12 on my mothafucking back, ****

Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, ****

I just called my **** Donald Trump and that was that ****

Fuckin' all night long, when I wake up I could barely walk

Money calling me, I say, "Hello?" That shit say, "Can we talk?"

Don't care who these rappers are, that shit sound like salad bars

Counting so much money, I'ma need a hand massage

I took that sip like I sip Frappuccino

I wore a tuxedo to cut up a kilo

I'm in the kitchen looking like Al Pacino

Whippin' Aquafina till it's Pellegrino

Shout out to C-O, they gave me some pussy in jail on the D-low, she went double zero

Shout out the freak ho that I gave that lee-robe

But didn't deserve b-roll, lowkey had me emo, fuck

I ain't a killa but you pushing me

I smoke your ass like some kusharee

I burn your ass like a DVD

I caught my lil' ho with a EPT

I think this ho thinking about having ten of me

Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me

She want some company, she want some misery

She want some Tiffany's, bitch, you a heffanie

I know the bad times won't ever replace the good

I got some new money coming in, gotta make room

Instead of me holding the trophy, I'd rather my brothers

I got a homie who stay in the field on the mound, had a hell of a splitter

But now we inside and we toting the cutter

They put a little thing on the side that go click and it make it go brrrr

Smoother than butter, and I'm always telling myself

Just 'cause he's showing me love, it do not mean they love us

I'm taking my time, and can't nobody rush us

And she got a man with a whole lot of rules

And she breaking him off, so I'm doing her justice

Don't leave me alone when I never do trust us

Too many I's on the team like I'm sending a text with no autocorrect

Uh, uh

Said she a virgin until she get fucked like a slut on the jet

I only come to collect

I'ma go through with the threat without making the threat

Shit is a movie, it's looking like Tubi

And I'm seeing too many flaws in your set

Still on road and I came off touring

And I ain't shit but I'm still important

And I don't judge, and I do no courtin'

And there ain't nothing left when I take my portion

We gon' die enormous

Play no games and I still be scorin'

This shit pretty, my bitches gorgeous

Nah, that man in the mirror ain't normal

I ain't a killa but you pushing me

I smoke your ass like some kusharee

I burn your ass like a DVD

I caught my lil' ho with a EPT

I think this ho thinking about having ten of me

Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me

She want some company, she want some misery

She want some Tiffany's, bitch, you a heffanie

I know the bad times won't ever replace the good

I got some new money coming in, gotta make room

I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that Pack, ****

Still got 12 on my mothafucking back, ****

Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, ****

I just called my **** Donald Trump and that was that ****