ASICS

(2025, 2025)

(Lusion I told you don’t do it)

When my brother died, jumped in that car you know I cried for ‘em

I got hit inside my hip for Squeeze, I almost died for him

Fuck the judge, if I get on that stand then I’m gon’ lie to ‘em

Rich Homie just died from off a pill, who gon’ get high for him?

This ain’t nothin’ basic, in Miami, 2 a.m., we racing

Got my white bitch that’s in Cali, LAX you know she waiting

And I knew I was gon’ shine, it took some time, but I had patience

Prices goin’ up ‘cause inflation

I bust this bitch down in my basement

And I knew I was the shit since the first grade when I was tracing

I take a brick and I relace it

He took off, ran out his ASICS

I’m a product of my environment

I was only like 5, sitting in the ‘jects, seeing all kinds of shit

**** selling hella dimes and fent

Baby girl got the trap house

Once I pop me a perc, make a bitch squirt, make the bitch tap out

Once I make the first dub, switch the whole spot, got it all mapped out

Started off with the weed, got the bitch bangin’, turned it to a crack house

Shut us down now we back out

When my brother died, jumped in that car you know I cried for ‘em

I got hit inside my hip for Squeeze, I almost died for him

Fuck that judge, if I get on that stand then I’m gon’ lie to ‘em

Rich Homie just died from off a pill, who gon’ get high for him?

This ain’t nothin’ basic, in Miami, 2 a.m., we racing

Got my white bitch that’s in Cali, LAX you know she waiting

And I knew I was gon’ shine, it took some time, but I had patience

Prices goin’ up ‘cause inflation

I bust this bitch down in my basement

I gotta drop me a mixtape, my fans been up my ass they waitin’

I hit a bomb, her pussy basic

She ain’t worth a pair of ASICS

And her boyfriend, he a bitch, he ain’t on shit, I bet I take it

I was 12, I went to placements

Now I’m ballin’ like a Laker

Locked me up for CDS

I was only 12, so they took my ass to DJS

I’m on Yerr and 30, with my ****, tryna see what’s next

Fuck a PS5, you want this dick, then buy a TLX

A-Spec package, to be exact

When my brother died, jumped in that car you know I cried for ‘em

I got hit inside my hip for Squeeze, I almost died for him

Fuck the judge, if I get on that stand then I’m gon’ lie to ‘em

Rich Homie just died from off a pill, who gon’ get high for him?

This ain’t nothin’ basic, in Miami, 2 a.m., we racing

Got my white bitch that’s in Cali, LAX you know she waiting

And I knew I was gon’ shine, it took some time, but I had patience

Prices goin’ up ‘cause inflation

I bust this bitch down in my basement