Ginger Beer

God body word to my ahki. I’m ten toes in this muhhfucka, I don’t sit at all

I ain’t missin shit unless ya bitch hit me and missed her calls

I ain’t here to beef with no **** we could all get along

Don’t get it wrong, ill turn ya New York strip into minestrone

It’s all love, my pockets on Venus, green as a tennis ball

Big smokin, **** cause a racket I’ll turn this bitch to the French Open

My ace be servin doubles like ginger beer with the shrimp roti

Not concerned if you remember me long as ya bitch know me

Name stamped like notary letters

Who float any better

I’ve run out of efforts

You get a F for those

If you work a lil harder you prolly could impress the hoes

Drink a lil water. How the fuck else you expect to grow.

Garden fulla garbage but talkin like **** next to rose

Game time like Jalen but barkin like you was Derrick tho

From sunrise to Jericho, I’m better than the both of us

My blessings in abundance, it’s lovely **** that’s Copious