P-72s lyrics

{Verse 1}
White ass Tee with the mains on p-72’s I paid a couple blues for those hit the city for a lil line up I'm on the road hella slides where I ride with long clips in them poles I'm a boss lil n*gga E23 we the mob order buffets in bhennihan got b*tches on my jock reaching for my crotch talking about she like the belt i got bossed up off these scams ain’t been f*cking with the pots Neiman Marcus shopping foreign fit copping got b*tches Diddy bopping tucking yo b*tch is yo only option you need to go try it cause these hoes hella wild and can’t be trusted dawg out here cuffing while girlie sl*tting b*tch disgusting aye I talk this boss sh*t cause I be on that posted with n*ggas won’t hesitate to stomp yo fro flat this n*gga think I'm a lick 23 aimed at his snapback FN with the green beam make a n*gga back back feel like E white tee off the white buffs stuffed ass Balmains held up by man crush foreign sneakers what a young n*gga walking in so be cautious dawg scuffed these hoes he in the hospital folded aye

{Hook}

White ass Tee with the mains on P-72’s I paid a couple blues for those hit the city for a lil line up I'm on the road hella slides where I ride with long clips on them poles 
I’ma boss lil n*gga E-23 we the mob order buffets in bhennihan got b*tches on my jock I’ma boss lil n*gga E-23 we the mob forever screamin f*ck the other side b*tch b*tch

{Verse 2}
Boss n*gga talking b*tch watch yo mouth at least a band in my pants when I leave my house Hermès pillow and blanket laid on my couch watching power with your b*tch flat screen on mount n*gga please b*tch please do you know who I be RcB with the cheese wetting your wifey jeans on the holy yo bm wanna pull up and f*ck the team I hit her in these P-72s she wanna ring time out had to kick her out my house f*ck love and hiphop and what K Michelle be talking about cause this guala on the floor I gotta get this bag tell Mari pass the mag they tryna do me bad shoes from Barney’s belt from Saks I gotta tell yo b*tch relax I'm blowing cookie bro got wax it got me f*cking up the snacks I got kicked out from running track I paper chased right after that the Cartiers is tinted black it got her tryna throw that ass

{Hook}
White ass Tee with the mains on P-72’s I paid a couple blues for those hit the city for a lil line up I'm on the road hella slides where I ride with long clips on them poles
I’ma boss lil n*gga E-23 we the mob order buffets in bhennihan got b*tches on my jock I’ma boss lil n*gga E-23 we the mob forever screaming f*ck the other side b*tch b*tch