Wimbledon

Slidin’ in that Audi, weavin’ traffic, dodgin’ feds

Hundred thousand dollar tennis bracelet,

Rodger Fed

Fully automatic, my lil bro like “Rodger that”

Fully studded Skelly, can’t even tell the time of day

Dead faces, transactions, bag chasin’ mad man

Rick Owens, fat laces, this shit cost a fat check

Bitch not gon whack nothin’

We gon need a fact check

Junya denim, band stuffin, pockets gettin’ fat shamed

Huh, huh, huh

Bitch gettin’ tired of buddy

Ho come take one ride in the cullinan then

All different types of money, blues, reds,

This here a colorful spread

We is not fightin’ for nothin’, put him to bed

We get to tuckin’ him in

Don’t know when the time is right, I’m on the edge

I’m gettin’ stuck in my head

I got an assignment for ya: mind yo business,

Don’t come round here again

That’s a bad idea

Big bro tuckin’ a fat ass heater

I’m a bat outta hell

This right here is a fast two seater

It’s a bag on me

Big ol’ pockets on fat, Madea

Too stuck in the past for real

Ion know how to get back from here

Maison Martin mink coat

Look like I’m huntin’ sum

Glow in the dark, two tone,

Cost like a hunnit sum

He ain’t makin’ it far, just look at the score

I’m bout a hunnit up

It’s like 3 in the morning, I gotta go,

You making my stomach hurt

Slidin’ in that Audi, weavin’ traffic, dodgin’ feds

Hundred thousand dollar tennis bracelet,

Rodger Fed

Fully automatic, my lil bro like “Rodger that”

Fully studded Skelly, can’t even tell the time of day

Dead faces, transactions, bag chasin’ mad man

Rick Owens, fat laces, this shit cost a fat check

Bitch not gon whack nothin’

We gon need a fact check

Junya denim, band stuffin, pockets gettin’ fat shamed