Bulbasaur

[Intro]
That's like calling 1-800-collect-an-ass-whupping. And no, that ain't no toll-free call, partner
Let's go, let's go, let's go (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah)
Let's go, let's go, let's go (Okay, yeah, okay, yeah)

[Chorus]
Dior, Balenci (Balenci), Mike Amiri, got Fendi, got Prada (On God, yeah)
And I got Louis V, True' on me, Gucci (What?)
Bitch you know I'm 'boutta bag Vespucci (Yeah)
Your money can't get like this (Can't get like this)
Y'all niggas can't drip like this (Can't drip like this)
Your money can't get like this (Okay, okay)
Y'all niggas can't drip like this (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout my green and I got the game on my back
Y'all niggas my seeds, no Bulbasaur
Speaking on me and my nigga just might get you killed
My name holding weight like Voldemort
New switch, who you know with a stick like this?
Two clips, who gon' air this bitch out like this? (Grrt)
Got a chop in the back with the Glock with the beam (Okay)
You is not with the gang you is not with the team (Yeah, yeah)
I been chilling with a bad bitch with her ass out (Ass out)
Third perc of the day make a nigga pass out (Pass out)
Got wraps in the back 'cause we finna gas out (On God)
And I gotta grab the mic 'cause I'm finna spazz out (Yeah, what?)
Y'all niggas can't drip like this, yeah, woah (On God, no way, oh no)
'Cause lame niggas can't get like this, yeah, yeah (What? What?)

[Chorus]
Dior, Balenci (Balenci), Mike Amiri, got Fendi, got Prada (On God, yeah)
And I got Louis V, True' on me, Gucci (What?)
Bitch you know I'm 'boutta bag Vespucci (Yeah)
Your money can't get like this (Can't get like this)
Y'all niggas can't drip like this (Can't drip like this)
Your money can't get like this (Okay, okay)
Y'all niggas can't drip like this (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

[Verse 2]
If I say I'ma slide, I'ma slide with a clip that's as long as a ruler (Grrt)
My partner pull up pop-pop-pop your medulla
You wasn't 'bout it boy, you said you a shooter (Ayy, yeah)
But you was fumbling the Glock you a loser (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga my Glock got a switch (And I'm spillin' it)
And I'm in a drop top with your bitch (And she feelin' it)
You tattle-telling you a snitch (What's the deal with it?)
Murakami with the rick (Ayy, ayy)
If I'm out in UK, I'm with my nigga Xav
We show out like the queen with the riches
I mix the Chrome with the Commes, that's why every time we out, it equals me, Xav, plus some bitches
Dior, Balenci, frankly I'm balling, Kaminsky
Tell that bitch nigga come get me (Yeah, what?)
All of my Woadies got forties (Ayy)
But I might pull up with a fifty (Let's go, let's go, let's go)

[Chorus]
Dior, Balenci (Balenci), Mike Amiri, got Fendi, got Prada (On God, yeah)
And I got Louis V, True' on me, Gucci (What?)
Bitch you know I'm 'boutta bag Vespucci (Yeah)
Your money can't get like this (Can't get like this)
Y'all niggas can't drip like this (Can't drip like this)
Your money can't get like this (Okay, okay)
Y'all niggas can't drip like this (Let's go, let's go, let's go)