TWO TONE LEXUS

Come on ****

Ah hell nah

Know what the fuck goin on man

Woke up today bitch I promise to get it

I need 50 dollars a minute, hold up

I want the bank bitch I'm not tryna kick it

Don't call if it aint bout some digits, hold up

Run up the rank I be pasin up ****

I know that they sick that I'm winning, hold up

I'm that lil **** that spit what they missing

These lil **** not competition

On god bitch im different

I swear that im gifted

Lace up the cleats on my beats I be tripping

Swing & a miss when he drop I don't listen

He dropping more butt than a miami stripper

Can't come along get the fuck out the picture

I cut a boy quick on my mama wont miss ya

I got the ball time to show how to get it

Them hoe **** never gon' do how I did it

I gotta get it and fly

I don't like givin' out no second chances

They always show me to leave them behind

Who put that shit out that got my ho dancing?

Brodie you know its that **** Kuhsigh

Thought I was lyin

See why them **** surprised

Since "Do It Again", ain't predicted him right

Crush on this one girl she look like Kehlani

Got tats from her neck all the way down her spine

I got a thing for another

She might got a **** but she want me now so its fine

We got a mission to climb up the rank

I ain't taking advice and I think Ill be fine

And I promise I got better shit to be doing than talking

So please don't be wasting my time

Huh

We used to whip in that Two Tone Lexus

Now I need two tone Carter watches

I don't like when you look in my direction

**** your presence fuckin up the profit

Im tryna make a Mili by the 2nd

You tryna fuck the girl and she don't want you

When they start rapping Im losing my senses

Really ain't hearing what these **** talking

Woke up today bitch I promise to get it

I need 50 dollars a minute, hold up

I want the bank bitch I'm not tryna kick it

Don't call if it aint bout some digits, hold up

Run up the rank I be pasin up ****

I know that they sick that I'm winning, hold up

I'm that lil **** that spit what they missing

These lil **** not competition

On god bitch im different

I swear that im gifted

Lace up the cleats on my beats I be tripping

Swing & a miss when he drop I don't listen

He dropping more butt than a miami stripper

Can't come along get the fuck out the picture

I cut a boy quick on my mama wont miss ya

I got the ball time to show how to get it

Them hoe **** never gon' do how I did it