Bianchi Boys

Pretty thang on me
Tamagotchi on my wrist
Pretty crazy how I could make some shit like this
Couldn't do this shit without Frankie, I promise
'Bout to switch up for my kiddies up at Broward
Got it out the mud then I got up out the closet
Wish I never had to hit the gotit I promise...

I wish I could f—
I wish
I wish I could flex like Bianchi Boys

Pray for me
'Cause I been tryna cut it to a vice a day only
I been off the pills for couple days maybe
I'm just trying to stack it while the money's here baby, uh

2020 motion pictures shits crazy
Can't believe they almost took my nigga Tracey
Can't believe we got my pops up out of slavery
Maybe we should get the fuck up out the Matrix

Tryna push up on a Tyler The Creator
Dark nigga like me, something major
Big brain, big rocks, big paper

I wish I could flex
I wish
I wish I could flex like Bianchi Boys
I wish I could flex
I wish I could flex like Bianchi Boys

(boys, boys, boys, boys)

Last verse man I promise
If it rains on put the shooter in my coffin
If you pray for me ask your god what's the point of all this
Goverment making stacks of money bodies and problems
Spotify making checks off all of my old drama
Turn around and ask me if I'd pay for my own data
Turn around san man they letting out yo father
He still don't know that you gay when you gon' tell him
He still gon' love you for you or for whatever