Boujee Ass N****s

I sip my coffee out balenciaga mugs

She been dreamin bout me daily tryna give my dick a rub

You the type of **** running up and beggin for hug

Im the type to tell her hit her knees that pussy caught flood

**** never had a silver spoon we got it out the mud

I was doin this before that **** berner sold bud

Or Fif was in da club or nas had one love

**** hear my lines daily it's gon hit 'em like a drug

Imma make y'all **** rise they gon treat me like the judge

Turn my l into a w like I was elmer fudd

Look pen hit the sheet white sand hit the suds

I'm really talkin Paradise skies with the doves

Don't make me run it back orenthal with the glove

Cause me and dev connect like a light wit da bulb

Don't get hype just to fold

I'm a hacker wit the code

Yo shit light im load

Imma beast this mode

Ripper dropping off mail at your front door

Breath of fresh air remind you of what your lung for

Spitting out tech, check your waist, what you lunge for

God sent his son to bring reign, I brung forth

Slim thick, pretty face with the contour

BDE **** but my nuts what she cum for

Allegiance, not the flag **** hung for

But the gold ropes on the neck, **** gun for

We real ****, Versace prints fitted

With my Lady next to me love her better in the Fendi

Front row, H street shows she was in to me

She took Fendi off cause she rather wear Elegance

Hustle SZN a ****, was starving

Then my luck changed, Curry cooking in the Garden

Riley type of **** in the boonies I would father

Huey P., beret, with the rifle on a peacock

The heat cocked on you little **** make your beat stop

Jimmy Butler keeping up I make it hard to breathe, huh?

**** face it, go and hang your laces

You **** ain't built for the rings you be chasing

Game being watch ain't the game that we playing

Whatever pressure on me, roll it off like a layup

Aaliyah, rock boats with my feet up/smoky view of the tropics next to Yeezus

It was U street shows now I'm touring

I'm fed crepes by hoes out in Europe

Versace laced, match the wrist I'm alluring

The ceiling feel higher when you used to living dormant

I'm in a place between a **** that made it

But still in the same hood around the **** that hate on

The success the grind brought me and the fruits of the labor

And what the grind taught it's the hustle that make you

Brick by brick we laid the foundation

Bob and weave with the flow like a makeshift

Sick my Paul's on em imma give him Nathan

Have your ass sleeping on the ground where your face hit

You basic **** stuck behind my flows

My pen paint what you feel with both eyes closed

**** sweeter than the people that design my clothes

In Paris so much I thumb down my nose.

I'm a boogie ass **** don't talk to me