two door coup four hundred chips jacob watch cost two bricks throw another rack if she do a split i got a bag of mollies know she want to lick make a girl kiss a girl turn this shit into molly world she geeking off of them drugs making faces like don t need a compliment cause i know i m the shit all this ice on me i done froze in this bitch look like i m selling dope nigga stove in this bitch all this girls want to fuck like gold on my dick everywhere i go you know this shit lit his rolex ticking that nigga counterfeit bitch from the screaming free i only blow gas don t fuck with the mid diamonds flashing like paparazzi taking pictures i don t fuck with lames i fuck with real goons killers all my niggas they the realest flockaveli 2 on the way i see these pussy niggas catching feelings it ain t personal it s just business i m the realest come fuck with me let s make millions every time i fuck i gotta hit me least like two bitches boy that dope been whipped you need like new wrists foreign car outside that bitch got two digits money stand like eight feet just like two midgets2