Duffle lyrics

[Intro]
Knock you n*ggas' di*k in the dirt
Lambos, 'Raris, all that sh*t
McLarens, Bentleys, Rolls Royce, all that sh*t
And I'm left writing my sh*t when I'm high on pills
That sh*t broke off

[Verse]
She suck my di*k with her eyes closed, like she blindfold
Laffy Taffy VVS's look like rainbows
n*ggas wear the same clothes, b*tch, I changed those
Fifty thousand engine on a thousand, f*ck a Range Rover
Shout out to my plug, send me bricks on a banana boat
Shout out to your hoe, kiss my sh*t with no camel toe
Designer for my fashion, I look fly but I ain't matchin' tho'
Smokin' gas out this opp pack, come and match it, hoe
You don't duck then you f*cked, off wit' yo f*ckin' head
She ain't suckin' di*k, then might off wit' her f*ckin' head
Tell the waiter bring me some cheese wit' a side of bread
I ran up my check like Ben Frank come early
Lambo and Ferrari, though it's a spider web
You think you a shooter? Don't get killed like cornbread
Balmain filled with blue cheese 'cause I'm born fed
White b*tch called, wanna hit, gimme noodle heads
Gucci shoes on my feet, b*tch, you got on Pro-Keds
We shoot to kill, b*tch, we aim at foreheads
Pilot in my trap house, I ain't had no bed
Rap beef, meet me in the streets, we gon' bump heads
Stomp you in some Christian Loubs, leave you with a red head
n*ggas sleep on me but I'm on top like a bunk bed
Put your mouth to use, suck it loose like it's Superhead
Chopper number two, don't get filled wit' a bunch of lead
I give foenem that green light
Don't be surprised if somebody die tonight
If I want a n*gga dead, I might kill 'em by myself
Sneak dissin me, you dead, boy, that's bad for your health
Never shoot for a n*gga who won't shoot for himself
First 48, get in that room and tell on yourself
Unlimited Gucci shoes, stack 'em tall on the shelf
b*tch, you doing too much, girl don't flood on yourself
I'm a rich n*gga, b*tch, I take care of myself
D-d-d-do it by my lonely, I know I won't tell on myself
Gun on my belt, swimming in some pus*y; Michael Phelps
Better call for help if don't wanna feel what he felt
Bullets make you melt, better play the cards you was dealt
I get that money and I spend that sh*t real fast
I'm tryna nut so I f*cked that b*tch real fast
My b*tch thick as hell, she ain't got no real ass
A hunnid racks in the stash and it's real cash
I'm seein' dead bodies, I just had a back flash
Black gloves, black fit wit' the black mask
Big black .45 for yo' black ass
We heard you dissin' in 'em songs wit' yo' wack ass
I make her roll her own weed, b*tch, I don't pass
I'm on my way to get that cheese, I'm a rufflehead
Don't make me drop a bag on your dome, I'm a duffle head