(Verse)
Yeah
Son of sorrow I'm rolling deep in a Cadillac
My baggage packing some Gucci greener than cabbage patch
That plastic bag of shh got her speaking my language back
Versace tapestry got a case of the battle raps
Gun the Porsche she dressing out of my dresser drawer
Even though she slept the floor she wetter then a reservoir
Close the bedroom door, I'm in her mouth like dental floss
Silverware around my neck but I ain't talking metal forks
I melt every mic that I breathe on
Lyrics hot as Dijon
When I'm on the Green like Draymond
Diamonds on my Minecraft
f*ck her, blow her spine back
And when I spit a line I get more women then a wine rack
Son of murder I'm spitting heat like Vesuvius
We over dinner she on her cell like the nucleus
She cranky aggy then I'll be texting my future b*tch
Motherf*ckers ain't crossing me like a crucifix
Take her home she be getting bare like it's hibernation
You pull up on me I'll make you pay like it's high inflation
Sike, I be playing
I mean I'm high as spaceships
And if we talking bout the fans I mean your side is vacant
And I don't mean to end abruptly
But I got some Latina girl backstage that wanna f*ck me
Yo
You just a knockoff like Roblox
My wrist watch a whole clock
Every time I pull up with the suicides no overdose
Crock-pot in the kitchen with the sauce until it overflows
If you wanna talk like I don't answer that's my secretary
Most these motherf*ckers is dead to me like a cemetery
(gun c*cks back)