HiJeffery

[Intro]
Came in this bitch sippin'
Green like Scottie Pippen

[Verse]
Lil' nigga, you better stay in your lane
Don't lose your life over no fame
I hit her, still don't know her name, ayy
That's why I call her my lil' bae-bae
Nigga walkin' 'round like he got a point to prove
Put him on a plate and now he dog food
Soon as you trust a nigga, swear that's when they cross you
I don't give a damn about no fuckin' blog food
My first love doin' good, she in law school
Thought it was all over when I had lost you
I had to stay down and make a couple boss moves
If you don't stay around here, better not floss, boo
I got some niggas wipe your nose for a pair of shoes
Only one thing matter, the cash rules
Now my pockets gettin' fat and I got dance moves
If I run up three M's then I'ma stack two
It's eleven PM, I'm drivin' fast, vroom
And you won't catch me lackin', I stay with the broom
Trapped the hotel out, I swear like twenty rooms, yeah, yeah
I gave my niggas some employment in the bando
Got a Mexican plug named Fernando
Keep a big machine gun, feel like Rambo
And I swear I ain't trippin' 'bout nan' ho
Bounce back so fast, it was crazy, yeah
Bitches tryna set me up to have my baby, yeah
Tell me where you was when I wasn't famous yet
Drippin' on these hoes, nigga feel like Famous Dex
Pull up in the 'Vette, you kow I gotta flex
30K 'round my neck, I'm runnin' up a check
Lost 50K on a bet, and I'm up now nigga, motherfuck a next
You ain't gotta like it but I bet you gon' respect it
Should've paid the rent, I went and bought another necklace
Drinkin' so much lean, niggas thinkin' I'm from Texas
I want smoke with everybody, I feel like I'm Rico Recklezz
Pop a perc for breakfast
I can see it in they face, these lil niggas jealous
We done been through it all, it ain't shit that you can tell us
When I get the bag, I'm droppin' all my niggas felons
They shootin' when I tell 'em
Hi Jeffery, I heard it was your birthday, here's a Bentley
Huh, you came from nothin' and I came from nothin' too
They ask me who my favorite was and it's you
Ten bands, one bracelet, bought two
Don't want no vans, I stay in designer shoes
Panamera, four door, not a coupe
And my favorite Thug song King Troup