Look, when I come through spin the block like a fan
Boy talk crazy, leave 'em stomped like a pan (G-G-Goth—)
Dolce & Gabbana, my feet cost a band
I'm somewhere slidin' anything and I'm sprayin'
When I come through spin the block like a fan
Boy talk crazy, leave 'em stomped like a pan (G-G-Go—)
Dolce & Gabbana, my feet cost a band (Goth Money Records)
I'm somewhere slidin' anything and I'm sprayin'
Post like a light pole, I bleed like a vamp
Gen4 Glock on me with no jam
Love the way you bend it over, let me see your stance
Love the way you bend it over, see your tramp stamp
When I come through spin the block like a fan
Boy talk crazy, leave 'em stomped like a pan
Dolce & Gabbana, my feet cost a band
I'm somewhere slidin' anything and I'm sprayin'
Turn this shit up, bitch, I'm going Super Saiyan
Boy talk crazy, leave 'em stomped like a pan
I'm booted, I'm geeked, bitch, I'm booted out the roof
I'm geeked like a nerd and on my wave you can't surf
She like, "Rari why your words so slurred?"
Bitch, I'm from the sticks where they barely can talk
Hop out the coupe, know my crows, they gon' stalk
Big body movin' on you like a cow
It's-it's-it's Glime Season
