Bowling Stone

Let's go

What's the deal, fool?

Aye, crack the seal, pour a drank for no reason

Aye, real drank, can't cough, no sneezin'

Moncler bubble, it's almost cold season

**** need some profit, cut the dope season

This shit ain't rerock

**** know I rock real, trappin' out my Reeboks

Beamer pants and a white tee

****, he a wife-beater, but I'm too Peter

If you lost P, that what that mean

Ain't no offseason, bitch, get off me

These Céline jeans, bae, you lost me

She said, "It's gon' cost me," I'm a boss, bae

I'm the type you don't ask, get a lunch date

These my feng shui

Roll my blunt, bae

Put tips on the toe, she get ate like an entrée

Catchin' plays on the West like Delonte

G's in the pints, serve a J like DeAndre

**** scared of that smoke like he on papers (Scared)

He the type ho run off, we gon' go chase her

I ain't stunt your lil' ho, she a throat giver

**** cap, they diamonds be fugazi

I just picked up five racks on 280

Not a rapper, I'll serve you a zip, baby

Shawty eat the shit up till her lip aching

Told lil' mama, "Come give me that milkshake"

Diamonds everywhere, I'm a rolling stone

Please don't run in here, shit like Home Alone

Jewelry went got a tan, it's two-tone

Crank the whip, push the button, now the roof gone

**** still rock the shirt if I waste some juice on it

But I clean up nice, this no stain

Got my wrist in the pot like lo mein

So many blues in my pockets, shit look like a Colts game

Big Yay, that sound like a coach name

Huddle up, send you on a money route

Send the front end or I ain't coming out

Drop a bag, shit look like a haunted house

Stack this paper, be damned, I ain't running now

Juggling out racks, for real, no lie, I don't care for clout

Stay dangerous, fuck moving careful now

Hoes everywhere, shit look like Hefner House (I'm pimpin')

I ain't gonna say I be pimpin', but you know what I'm sayin

I'll do something, do something for you

Don't tell nobody though

Aye, crack the seal, pour a drank for no reason

Aye, real drank, can't cough, no sneezin'

Moncler bubble, it's almost cold season

**** need some profit, cut the dope season

This shit ain't rerock

**** know I rock real, trappin' out my Reeboks

Beamer pants and a white tee

****, he a wife-beater

But I'm too Peter

If you lost P, that what that mean

Peter

Peter, no Griffin

Uh, uh, let's go missin'

I'm turnin'

Tryna put you down

Come here, then she go missin'

Big pimpin', better watch her

Better, better, better keep her close to you

Fall through, she bound to disappear

Ghost