Scratched My Rolls (feat. Lil Yachty)

I put a scratch on my Rolls, cost me a thousand to fix it

Double M, tan like a biscuit

Open the back have a picnic

Fuck up a sack on drugs, my mom 'n 'em trippin', but this shit my business

I done paid for you, thousand miles, ain't no way, God ain't given forgiveness

I give Birkins out like a sweepstake

Pop out every day like my birthday

He shouldn't have been out in the first place

Hydraulics gon' pop on the freeway

My dawg, he came home like CJ, and immediately got to the bizz

I had two condos at the Ritz, I did not have crackers in it

That'll be it, skrrt—skrrt

Huh, I almost broke my wrist, down bad, still won't drink tris

He's still popping, let's see who we're missin'

I got word these **** been bitchin'

And that shit came from the bitches

I'ma call her late night when I miss it

My dawg creepin' late night, he on bullshit

Louis V, come in the boots

Stomp on the business I do

White and red 'Rari, Ryu, she steal a AP from you (It's new body)

Just to be down with my crew, just to be one of my boo's

How can we lose? Thank you for sending her money and taking her out on the cruise

I'm sippin' Quag today, I can't get no drink away, it ain't nothin' loose

Starting to fade away, I scored a first A today, Kyrie from the two

Just sent the bitch to the doctor

She come back for lunch, new body, that pussy brand new

Sauce that went Jujutsu Kaisen, domain expansion, these diamonds might go Jotaro

We got high tech for five—hundred, su—whoop

Drive the Rolls Royce like a blazer, ****

Pick up about two—hundred thousand from doing commercials

L.A. with my Asian ****

Selling kimbo's, rockin' em on ice, play with this drip and you probably get sliced

She see this pimpin', you might lose your wife

Designer leathers on Brian McKnight

How many times I told y'all step out my stuff? I don't need not a friend

Walkin' around with her fans

Hot bitch spilled the Jeremy Lin

****, pay me in pesos, euros, fuck it, them **** could pay me in yen

Elon's got a **** on ten

Eyes rolled to my brain, I'm tan

**** always be talkin' 'bout opps

Only Jakes, they know it's T.D

Seven K gonna look like a city

My bitch busty as hell and peachy

I been rich since you **** was kids

It's your first Maybach, I had six

I put six—hundred grand in a bitch

I stepped out of way for the blitz

Pour a four of Wock to grits

Fuck porn, I'ma fuck my wrist

Sixty karats wetter than my bitch

Sixty karats wetter than a fish

I'm blacker than solar eclipse

Millionaire, I still drink Kool—Aid

I had bitches since **** had two—ways

Even then, I had them goin' two ways

I put a—, I put a scratch on my Rolls, cost me a thousand— fix it, fix it

Double M, tan like a biscuit

Open the back—, open the back, have a picnic

Fuck up a sack on drugs, my mom 'n 'em trippin', but this shit my business

I done paid for you, thousand miles, ain't no way, God ain't given forgiveness

Give Birkins—, give Birkins out like a sweepstake

Pop—out every day—, birthday, birthday

He shouldn't have been out in the first place

Hydraulics gon' pop—, freeway, freeway

My dwag, he came home like CJ and immediately got to the bizz

Two con—, two condos at the Ritz, I did not have crackers in it