48 Bar Rap

[Intro] Yeah, leggo It's what they wanted right? [Verse 1] Black shades, dark tint Your girl, nigga I get it in Stick shifting, switching and burning out in the Benz Wood gripping, kissing all of they model friends Mr. Dolo, with a bunch of freaks And you know they get the party bouncing like a pogo I'm in slow mo But fast forward me to the part where me and your girl underneath the sheets Just keep your eyes on Got a whole bunch of niggas behind me wearing red, Verizon New money, I get my super size on I like a long hair, bad chick, thighs long Knowing all the words to my songs And she fucking every girl that's on my phone I'm, I'm so fly Flight models up cause I'm so high Lil nigga get your cheese up Black Ice on my neck, make you freeze up Oh you worry about me, go figure I ain't sweating it, fuck them old niggas Lambo, Range Rove, with my pants low I got the audience clapping like a backboard She put her hands up, and then I stand up And get to working on the pole like a dancer I double up, I call it double Dutch Two girls at the same time, what the fuck? Rabbit foot in the air cause my luck is up Bring the first aid out, cause I'm cutting up Bang bang, now that's some G shit No chain gang, like I'm really on some free shit They jaw dropped, I'm leaving niggas speechless World premier, get a sneak peek bitch I'm great, today is a new day Fucking with me, do the moon walk on your face No games, I'm oh so serious And y'all niggas straight pussy, period They say a singer can't rap, I ain't hearing it Cause after these couple songs I been killing shit Oh no, niggas saying I'm loco But they Pinocchio niggas, watch their nose grow It's Young Money, shoutout my nigga Tyga too They on their first mixtape, I'm on volume two Turn me up, I'll show you what a tiger do And I'mma rip this beat up like lion food Louis luggage and the case for the passport I don't buy shit, nigga I ask for it I'm the freshest, I'm the best I suggest that I get it off my motherfucking chest, Breezy