That Guy lyrics

[Verse 1]
Every Blood ain't your homie
Every Crip ain't your cuz
Every king ain't your reign
Every dealer ain't the plug
Set me up, cut me up like a coupon
Now I eat lobster same weight as a newborn
Jimmy Neutron, everything designer
Without the funny faces
I made it Americana
How beautiful is my cara?
Staying in Punta Cana
I wanna reopen Coppa Cobana
Hotter than lava, hotter than sweaters in Bahama
We stepping in with Prada, half of my closet Balenciaga
I need a Oscar, I need a Grammy before my time if I did it proper
Every Latino in the lockup, my n*ggas I got us
I need the shorties in the diamonds who's dancing bachata
In Spanish Harlem with the mobsters, in Rao's for pasta
You looking at the latter mafia hip-hoping for dollars
My time is coming, check the clockers
Got choppers for blockers
Chiquita talking motherf*ckers
I'l stick with the shottas
Playing soccer, smoking Harry Potter
My life's a shocker, hit the red carpets fresh out the choppa
That's word to mama
I need a shot so bring the doctor