Royalty

I got wifey in the whip, but I can't let her drive it

That thing a stick, plus I pulled off with the dealer mileage

Windows tinted, you can't even see me grin behind it

And the rims, I'm flying out to Japan to buy em

Yeah, I'm coming with the red eye, I know you smell me

And I'm a little fat, but my pockets stay healthy

They make my pants sag, I'm just way too wealthy

She say I'm too material, but she still felt me

Play my jams for her man, he get jelly

No second in command, there's no way to help me

M-U-S-C-O-T-T-I, add an underline and that's how you spell me

Catch me out in Vegas with the hand, God dealt me

Pocket ace in my hand, I gotta be stealthy

I raise the pot like a blunt inhaling

Now I'm swimming in gold, I'm Michael Phelpsing

Ay, ay, yeah,

I'm killing em for sport, dawg

My shit a Scion, but I treat it like a Porsche, dawg

I remember drinking 40s on the porch, dawg

Fire freestyles, but I never pass the torch, dawg

I got enough, but I'ma always want more, dawg

And the hoes, love the pole like the North, dawg

I don't even got a trap anymore, dawg

I'm shmokin' pack, light it up like the 4th, dawg

I lay the pen down for M-Town

I feel bad for the man who come and try to touch this crown

Your engineer isn't gonna win this round

You can spend a hundred grand and never get this sound

They don't fuck with me for looks, it's just raw talent

You got money with no motives, you just off balance

Off white J's without a crib that you can stay

And you was busy doing TikTok challenges

You a fucking loser

Name a rapper who's greater, it's gonna be hard to choose

You just a hater, and that's probably cause you always lose

I'll see my shawty later, yeah, I'm finna lick her (liquor) too

No, I never chase her (chaser), but I always got the juice

BARS

Bitch, I'm drinking wine like a Lannister

I know you see my sign on that banister

Half man, half horse, I'm a damage her

And when I'm finished with the bitch, then I'm a banish her

Make shawty fall in love, I ain't Baby Cupid

I threw too many ones, clubbin' made me do it

If I smoke too many blunts the mary make me stupid

Don't send a beat that sucks, or you gon' make me lose it

Or make me lash out, my bank card is a black card and

My back pocket is locked down, I'm back at it

I'm track thrashing that door shut and you locked out

You talk tough, but not bout it, just walk down and get knocked down

Just stop now or the Glock sound like boom, boom, boom

He said he want the smoke, well wait until that vapor hits

I'm getting paper cuts from countin' hundreds way too quick

Spending money way too quick, my paper never paper thin

Look me in the eyes and you can see I'm made for this

No, you ain't the same as this, don't act like I ain't making sense

Dollars on dollars on dollars, am I making sense (cents)

Raise the bar and make it bend, tell a broad to shake it then

And if you ain't know, it's YFR, we your favorite, bitch

If you ain't know, it's YFR, we your favorite, bitch

Did he say your favorite or father

Tomatoes, tomato

we faded off bottles

And lately the motto is taking the lotto

Just know the beef come with the shells like a taco

The salsa picante, the artist Picasso

Your last day today or your last day tomorrow

The last thing he saying is saying he's sorry

I take out his brain like he studied at Harvard