BACHELORS

(TC)

Hah, yeah

Drop-top with bitches, I'm a bachelor

I like cough drops, I sip on the regular

Popped off, walk out, major bag alert

On a- On a bitch's tongue, she's tryna make the star burst

She asked how many hoes I got"you ain't the first or the third"

Trxple7 running shit, our kingdom is the Earth

I store cash in every country, from Vancouver down to Perth

I've been taking drugs in the Bentley

Money long on my wrist like I'm Wemby

Okay, she gone, who cares, I'll just go get another bitch

She might just be your brotha's bitch, I link her and she neck me

Fine shit ride me, no one bad as her

How you flex that shit when I had it first?

Stack my bands they wobble like a balancer

Put you in the Earth like I'm the wagoner

Yeah, lame bitches talkin' I won't stand for it

Bitch this a Louis bag, this ain't no Jansport

P-P-Private jet how I transport

I been on my grind don't need no skateboard

When them bullets fly, damn he wished he stayed inside

I been runnin' bands now they skyscraper high

Step inside, suicides how I ride

Get it tatted on my head how I got money on my mind, yeah

Muhfuckas fell victim to the huzz, was it worth it?

Arm the choppa up wit' a scalpel, I'm a surgeon

Bless my brodie up, hit every expensive merchant

Bitch, I'm soaked in water like I'm tryna be a serpent

I'm like the Kraken, bitch, eight watches in one purchase

I'm known for backin' out post-fuck, not 'cause I'm nervous

Nine hoes like Minecraft crafting, any combinations

If I slide by on you, you'll be evacuated

We went from a trifecta back to just the basics

Run this money up, like bitch it's Forces, not no Asics

Only fuck with dime bitches, don't know what an eight is

1CEY whatchu' sayin, tell 'em we don't fuck with basics?

Cobain whip, suicide doors all on the side

Max Payne shit, know I keep them .45s

Fast lane bitch, I'm on the left side with my guys

Lil Wayne shit I'm countin' millies all the time

Ice shinin' like fireflies, chain of 1000 corpses

Know it's us when you see back to back Rolls Royces

Spending all this money like it's nothing and it's worthless

Momma told me to stop making all these choices

I could never switch, I stay true like double stitch

Two-tone on my wrist, sometimes I'm late to link a bitch

30 rounds them hollow tips we got them shootin' through his ribs

Bitch I look like I'm from Mordor I got nine rings on my fist

Yeah