Awesome

[Intro]
Fuck the fire, we got grease
Bitch
Ghetto Boy Shit

[Verse]
I spent $3,700 on a jacket and couldn’t fit it
Tryna stop drinking but I just bought an O for $260
No I can’t lie but honestly I think the truth fit me
Spent $7,000 on a fit i’m too crispy
I didn’t even fuck the bitch I made her pour some juice with me
I just bought a whole zip of real cherry from Poop Diddy
It was out of love nigga only charged me $250
If a nigga show his hand and he ain’t real I’m through with em
Brand new FN left him helicopter high
We taking over the rap game like it’s just fell up out the sky
I left thе backwood wet I just sit it there to dry
How could you livе with yourself when you telling on the guys
You want a bag OT then we gon’ mail it on surprise
Bitch skin good as hell yeah her melanin too high
I sip drank all day I could never get too high
I put that shit on everyday I could never get too fly
Okay Gucci this, Louie Vuitton that i’m a problem
Shell catcher on my PLR no revolver
I ain’t gotta maker her pay for the dick she gon’ offer
A lot of dog shit up in my pocket bitch i’m awesome
Threw some diamonds in my teeth they fucked up but imma floss em
The feds out here lurking everyday so i’m cautious
My cuz’ got some pape he bought a wraith at an auction
We in a vette I took off on the state and I lost em
You got a line on them 448’s what’s the price
I drop my chain in the cup i’m tryna make me some ice
I’m in the booth rappin shit i’m tryna make me a life
I can’t find a hoe for shit i’m finna make me a wife
Screaming free the ghetto every fucking day I miss my brother Ri
I’m finna have an orgy with some stripper bitches at the double tree
Stayed down till it was my time now I can up a sleeve
Bitch my whole fam would be some millionaires if it was up to me
Can’t turn a hoe into a house wife these bitches love the streets
I just want the pape up out this shit these niggas love the beef
Brodie could’ve won the whole race but he drugged his feet
Every chain I got across my neck cost a dub a piece
My nigga Berry walked in with some quagen finna drop a six
Brodie got texas locked down Greg Popovich
I don’t just hit niggas with my Glock i’ll pop a rich
Road running every other day I can’t stop this shit
$620 for a shirt it’s Fear of God not a chrome heart
Keep some dog shit on me daily i’m a line shark
I’m a magician with the K I make my own art
Hoe 75 sippin drinking wock we on the road turnt damn
How much money can you count in less than five minutes
Made $40,000 off of a feature just to buy chickens
Brodie caught a body in his scat he still ridin’ in it
You niggas never been to war I survived in it
Six chains on neck looking like an Igloo
Fuck yo favorite rapper every time I drop it’s an issue
Bitch you just sucked my dick twice why would I kiss you
Put the Glock down beat a nigga ass fuck a [?]
Ri like “Mike all you gotta do is rap and you rich too”
That dog you got weaker than a bitch that’s a shih tzu
Imma hothead with this Glock on me but my fit cool
You can’t walk a mile in my forces I got big shoes