The L Is Down

Angel wings on my vet

Babbages to my left

You looking hungry

We just laughing ’cause we’re getting money

I keep them swiping like the windshield

And hos catch flyboys like

Catches on the infield

You fucking haters part in back

Screaming see you later

Rolling up them swishes kali

Blowing with my haters

Bad bitch kissing me

Neck go Mr T

Dreams gotta

Follow mine

Swimming in the money

Screaming up, see the dollar signs

All I know he’s gotta grime

I was born in the struggle

So I had to test her

With the crabs and the barrel

’Cause they hate the lawyer

Always keep a pretty bitch

Versace shirt that make me shit

I’m a product of my environment

So all the flyest shit is what I am trying to get

We’re living life on this side

You suckers barely test drive