Consequences

[Intro]
Yeah
What?
Let's go
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
Hop in that Ghost, I’m gone
Tell that bitch stop callin' my phone
My new bitch bad to the bone
Rockstar shit, VV my stones
I did this shit on my own
Nigga, better watch your tone
Niggas really be my clones
Like bitch, I'm grown
I don’t gotta write my wrongs
Roll that shit up in a blunt, that shit get blown
All of my hoes be tens
Hop in a Rolls or a Benz, uh, yeah
Walk up out Saks with a big bag, all of that shit expensive, uh, yeah
Nigga, I thought you wasn't scared, why the fuck you so damn tense? Uh, yeah
Niggas want smoke with the gang, gon' face the consequences, uh, yeah

[Verse]
Run up them bands, got a Glock in my pants
Wondеr why she keep grippin' the shit, yeah
Put that bitch in a trancе when I hit with no hands
Wonder why she keep needin' this shit, yeah
Extendo that clip, I'ma make that bitch sing if these niggas don't get off my dick, yeah
They think I care bout that shit
I don't give a damn
I don’t give a fuck
Pull up in a goddamn Bentley truck
Audemar wrist, that shit get bust
I’ma be on top, young nigga, just trust
I'ma be on top, please get out of my way
I’ma fuck that nigga bitch if that nigga wanna hate
Somebody please tell these niggas that I'm really here to stay
Got a Spanish lil' bitch and she talkin' ’bout olé
Got a bilingual bitch so she can translate
Run up on the gang, you get hit with this K
Nigga want smoke, send his ass into space
I ain't talkin' 'bout Elon Musk
Opp pack strong, smokin' Elon dust
Bulletproof whip like a Elon truck
I'ma cop that shit, that's an Elon must
She don't want no love, in lust we trust
I'm used to this shit, I don't need to adjust

[Interlude]
What?
Yeah
Let's go
Yeah, yeah
(Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
Hop in that Ghost, I'm gone
Tell that bitch stop callin' my phone
My new bitch bad to the bone
Rockstar shit, VV my stones
I did this shit on my own
Nigga, better watch your tone
Niggas really be my clones
Like bitch, I'm grown
I don't gotta write my wrongs
Roll that shit up in a blunt, that shit get blown
All of my hoes be tens
Hop in a Rolls or a Benz, uh, yeah
Walk up out Saks with a big bag, all of that shit expensive, uh, yeah
Nigga, I thought you wasn't scared, why the fuck you so damn tense? Uh, yeah
Niggas want smoke with the gang, gon' face the consequences