CHECK MY LICENSE

Here's my wallet, check my license No point in being humble, nigga i'm the nicest Throw me in Fort Knox, my touch is the midas Might pull a Lambo off these fuckin devices First thing's, think i'm indecisive Cuz mad dames shout my name and flash veins Last name sound like bank, might add change Backsplash got mad stains, I have range Hat kinda slanted, it look better on me Black tee, black Lees, black team Last week, passed trees, ask V Snap clean, cash dreams, proceed I'ma make friends with the ice cream man Peeped up in his truck and he got a couple bands Pulled up to the window with the gat in my pants He just like me man, tryna make ends I said, how you sell dope from the ice cream truck Tuckin' coins and bills in that nutty chocolate chunk Opportunity, I'm knockin' man, can't pass it up Turn that song on cause you see me runnin' up Add a few commas cuz you know I run it up Hitting 50 in a 20, with my Beamer truck I be telling Scotty to come and beam me up That's a deep cutt to... I don't give a fuck Pulling on the lever, showing off my luck You not even clever, you just really suck Sorry where's my manners, gotta shut it up How bout you man up, you actin like my son I said fuck it imma freestyle it The way he dress he should be a free-stylist Them haters still tight Like how that short nigga still reaching new heights? I ain't in it for the fame But I guess where we headed it's a two for one thing Yeah i'm in my own lane So even if you check my license our drive ain't the same nigga Check my wallet and check my ID The checks real clean please check your visine What I think, niggas can't check the timing The top like pinnacles we see you climbing (ugh) Pop my shit as I walk my shit (ugh) I'll be coming for the bands in minute Get around, we ain't making no plans Where's the digits? Check the stance when I'm in it Need grands 100 grands For the nigga My name is Buu I'm not even a rapper Please don't make me horny cuz I don't like using wrappers When I pop out, makes you flattered They like, Buu what is the matter I get higher than the pastor Fuck around and i'll come catch you Don't tell me that you hate me i'll prolly end up sadder (Sike) Ion give a fuck PRO lookin at me asking me do I really gaf No, ion give a fuck I'm really him, better check my license Hitting blind spots like granny in the 90s Can't do the skinny jeans, my knots don't fit Juelz drop jewels it's about a profit Point me to the ice, I'm just waiting for the cube Niggas think I'm sick, cause my shirt match my food Hold on ms I'm here for the view Sign my Hancock when the check come through Lobsters on my feet got these niggas sea sick Can barely tell time, got a watch on my wrist