Telfar... lyrics

[Intro]
DJ Kidd, this a hit for sure

[Chorus]
Like, b*tch, it ain't never that serious
I got these b*tches go crazy, they curious
She tryna run game, is this lil' b*tch delirious?
I do smoke exotic, got dope from experience, yeah
I can not f*ck with you, period (Yeah)
Look at my muf*ckin' face, I am serious
Prada shades dark, they make feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang)
She say, "You dress so mysterious"
I don't got no tags on 'cause these n*ggas be jackin' my swag
I don't like that sh*t, period
Like she want some Tеlfar, go put some Rick on it
AMG leather squеakin' when I sit on it
Double rows too, it's room for y'all to sit in it
Interior yellow, n*gga had to p*ss on it, gang, gang, gang

[Verse]
Young n*gga, pistol totin'
Glocky and extended coated
Flames flamin', them blickys blowin'
Pop out, do your city bogus
Hold on, man
If you ain't wan' park, go get yo' n*ggas floatin'
Hold on, gang
Used to sleepin' with them rats, we stompin' all the rodents
Donny got him, he the hottest sh*t, uh
Smokin' Backwoods like I got me a sponsorship
I don't got time for the politics, uh (Donny)
I'ma take off like a muf*ckin' rocketship
She said she want her a scholarship, uh
"I heard you rock", but I thought that was obvious
Hittin' that b*tch, now she sayin' all kind of sh*t
I made it first, boy, you muf*ckin' counterfeit
Watch how I flex when that f*ckin' deposit hit
I want a lot, but I still got a lot of sh*t
Choppa gon' sing on some f*ckin' melodic sh*t
Yeah, and I talk a lot, I can't be modest, b*tch
Said it's all cool but it still be the oddest sh*t
You not a gangster, boy, you just the opposite
n*ggas, they stay on my di*k, it's astonishin'
I'm a man of my word, I ain't doing no promisin', gang (Gang)
[Chorus]
Like, b*tch, it ain't never that serious
I got these b*tches go crazy, they curious
She tryna run game, is this lil' b*tch delirious?
I do smoke exotic, got dope from experience, yeah
I can not f*ck with you, period (Yeah)
Look at my muf*ckin' face, I am serious
Prada shades dark, they make feel luxurious, yeah (Yeah, yeah, gang)
She say, "You dress so mysterious"
I don't got no tags on 'cause these n*ggas be jackin' my swag
I don't like like that sh*t, period
Like she want some Telfar, go put some Rick on it
AMG leather squeakin' when I sit on it
Double rows too, it's room for y'all to sit in it
Interior yellow, n*gga had to p*ss on it, gang, gang, gang