Tuxedo

I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that pack, nigga Still got twelve on my motherfuckin' back, nigga Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, nigga I just called my nigga Donald Trump and that was that, nigga Fuckin' all night long when I wake up, I could barely walk Money callin' me, I said, "Hello?" That shit said, "Can we talk?" Don't care who these rappers are, they shit sound like salad bars Countin' so much money, I'ma need a hand massage I sip that sip like that sip Frappuccino I wore a tuxedo to cook up a kilo I'm in the kitchen lookin' like Al Pacino Whippin' Aquafina 'til it's Pellegrino Shout out the C.O. that gave me some pussy in jail On the d-low, she one, doublе zero Shout out the freak hoe that I gavе the lead role But this is a b-roll, lowkey had me emo, fuck I ain't a killer but you pushin' me I smoke your lil' ass like some kushery (bra) I burn your lil' ass like a DVD I caught my lil' hoe with a EBT I think this hoe thinking 'bout havin' 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 Heffany I know the bad times won't ever replace the good (the good) I got some new money comin' in, gotta make room (check) Instead of me holdin' a trophy, I'd rather my brothers I got a homie who stay in the field on the mountain Had a hell of a splittable, now he inside and he totin' a cutter They put a lil' thing on the side that go clickin' And make it go, "Brr" smoother than butter And I'm always tellin' myself "Just 'cause he showin' me love, it do not mean they love us" I'm takin' my time and can nobody rush us Said she got a man with a whole lot of rules And she breakin' 'em all so I'm doin' her justice Don't leave me alone, I never did trust us Too many eyes on the team Like I'm sendin' a text with no auto-correct, uh, uh Say she a virgin until she get fucked like a slut on the jet I only come to collect I'ma go through with a threat without makin' a threat Shit is a movie, it's lookin' like Tubi And I'm seein' too many flaws in your set Still on road and I came off tourin' And I ain't shit but I'm still important I don't judge and I do no courtin' It ain't nothin' left when I take my portion We gon' die enormous, playin' no games and I still be scorin' Ain't shit pretty, my bitch is gorgeous Now that man in the mirror ain't normal I ain't a killer but you pushin' me I smoke your lil' ass like some kushery (bra) I burn your lil' ass like a DVD I caught my lil' hoe with a EBT I think this hoe thinking 'bout havin' 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 Heffany I know the bad times won't ever replace the good (yeah) I got some new money comin' in, gotta make room (yeah) I ain't Aaron Rodgers 'cause I'm still on that pack, nigga Still got twelve on my motherfuckin' back, nigga Came home from jail, they was tryna send me back, nigga I just called my nigga Donald Trump and that was that, nigga