Embarrassing lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, Percy
Rich n*gga burp
Okay Jones!
Hahaha
(Straight jacket)

[Verse]
You gotta wrap 'em three to four times, you know them sh*ts' stank
You can make a hunnid songs, but you still can't fix that face
You can catch me any day of the week, I think I'm a bandit
I got seven hundred horses truck, b*tch, like it's a tank
I'm in L.A. with my vatos, in Detroit I'm dodging potholes
Last week I made one-fifty, tryna tell you, yo life not cold
My n*gga shoot him from the Bay, I swear to god his nickname Otto
Imma be so f*ckin' happy when they hit you in yo' top though
It ain't the fact you got sh*t took, it's the fact the n*gga wearin' it
It's the fact you wakin' up, puttin' it on, and that's embarrassing
Ain't no way he think he gangster, boy you need to move to Maryland
These n*ggas want some clout so bad, sh*t like heroin
But let’s get back to my rich life, I free up mine
Swear to god I spent a hunnid, made that sh*t back the next night
I can show you pictures of yo b*tch, all in my ice
You go broke on it, if I could buy it I could buy it four times
Boy you know just what I’m bangin’, so my fade just what I’m claimin’
Mad as hell I was in jail like, how the guards know I’m famous?
I walked in to Helmut Lang but walked out of Palm Angels
I’m a sniper, I can hit from out of town, I’m so dangerous
She in love with diamonds, and they all over me
It’s like a thousand for my shirt, three hundred thousand for my links
I’m a young n*gga, got ten Monclers but no mink
When I’m bored, I go outside and get on the jet ski
I feel like a Bentley, I feel like a Rolls Royce
I feel like a new Ferrari, I feel like a new Porsche
I feel like I’m famous now, b*tches lied about abortion
Your label give you a percentage, me I get the whole portion
She could never leave me ‘lone, sh*t I’m like a good torture
VVS on my ring, I switched the whole team
I really think that I’m a Celtic, all my b*tches with the green
But not the color of my lean, serve a n*gga through the screen door
[Outro]
Franchise, Franchise