AVENTADOR

Yeah, '90s fine, you a bad lil' bitch

Got you smellin' like Rihanna, but you ain't a savage

Big K got me on my rap shit

I've been to do it like four and a whip

Born from the six, got me on my mind when I'm here

I bet these **** thought I died last year, right?

Nah, I'm back, bitch

I mean, there's somethin' about a lil' stand over that clip

Hold that motherfucker like I'm holding on my dick, son

Stop saying, ****

Look, why the fuck you think we here? How we get this far?

Who would've thought that DC made a fucking star?

French Canada, my brother turned superstar

Now his brother next to turn into a superstar

We got this whole block jumping like it's Mardi Gras

Tots up a Willie Hacker, got my two-step on

Shelly and suit red bottom with my ribos on

Side pocket of my denim with my Gucci scarf, yeah

I got a thing for a Bentley Azor

Leather seats, dirty cash on the floor, right?

Stop playing with me

I mean, peak my style, peak my melodies

Why these **** ever keep and try to cancel me, on Jesus?

I mean, all praises to the most high prophet

Noble Jewali and a five percent posse

I'm resurrected

Goddamn it

(Enoch)