Got damn Eli
This shit sounding like some
I'm cool like that
I'm cool like that
I can fuck with this shit right here, aye
Got damnit, aye, I'm cool like that
Bitch blew it why you fucking up my mood like that
She cut all her hair off but it grew right back
That ass low-fat jell-o how it move like that
I'm like hootie who
I got on purple jeans but they full of blues
Why you blowing up my phone bitch I'm shooting moves
Girl that cuffing shit dead it's not pulling through
I'm that nigga, who is you
We playing ink pink pepper stink who the first to shoot
Got a method, I sip red man, I'm sipping turtle too
Pretty bitch she don't toot it up I tell her too-da-loo
Double laced I'm booted up my middle finger through the roof
Man I think they 'bout to raid, I done gave her dope dick
I'm through the mall on some blowed shit, I seen your whole kit
I mix bottega with the fendi and some more shit
I got blue hundreds in different pockets like a flow switch
Niggas don't fuck with Fat Ray, I know they don't wanna die
Your man's died, ain't that a bitch, the murder weapon on me now
I'm punching on the W.E.B like my last name Dubois
Last nigga try some funny shit a ribbon in the sky
I been smoking on that shit that smell like underarm
Nigga cartier double c's I'm come double armed
Nigga lil bread extra cheese told them butter parm
Hopping out that long sleeve I'm in something large
Who is triple seven baby love me for my other charm
We in the back seat of the jeeper playing bumper cars
I just worked a deal out with the dealer played a couple cards
She like who is that in front your crib girl that's my other car
If you see me riding fish bowl then I'm strapped I don't dangle
I done split whole "o" with my man's like a bagel
Just put a bitch in the leg lock it's giving Kurt Angle
In Cincinnati at Alex and Annie buying some bangles
Met a pretty bitch in Florida
Got my palms on a angel
If she rock the mic right then we can talk about a label
See me cashing at the gucci store or pulling off maple
I got Jasmine at jay alley about to book me a table
Out on Coolidge tryna move it driver shoot me to Schaefer
Thick bitch from chucalissa I can do a Mercedes
Sitting down with my advisor I ain't choosing no major
Honey where my super suit I need the blues with the glacier
Come to me to get you plugged now you can move in the matrix
Took a pitch to make a run and now we moving the bases
Mama asked me all the time, son, what you do in that basement
Told her lie but I was trying to pull a two out a vacant
Aye, aye, I'm cool like that
Baby choosing I ain't think she was your boo like that
Kicking niggas out my circle like a sumo match
You know we not the ones my niggas too on that