Imported

[Verse]
You not gon' find a flaw in my diamonds (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
He still bumpin' "Legendary," say it's timeless
Where the time went?
Told a bitch I love her on some high shit
We just sittin' here, starin' at each other on some dry shit
You sayin' I ain't rich? Well, look at my wrist
This a new watch, this a new Glock
I swear to God I'm goin' out like Tupac
Just cut a nigga drank with the wook Wock'
I got too much money for a safe and a shoe box, I got real numbers
I had the bitch leakin' I'm a real plumber
You do some shit today, you gettin' killed Sunday
He don't die on God's day, then they gon' spin Monday
They gon' spin Tuesday, they gon' spin Wednesday
They gon' keep fuckin' spinnin' 'til they get dizzy
He got a hundred rounds on that bitch, he wanna get busy
He ask me what I want for a show, I told him six fifty
'Cause I don't fuck with them, nigga, come up with it
Shoot him in his hand and make a nigga roll the blunt with it
Shoot him in his head, I know he dead 'cause he got stiff
All I got is Quay', Wock' and Act', I don't got Tris
I got some old drank, the bitch toe stank
Nigga got on moissanite, so his clothes fake
I fuck around and cleared out the whole bank like a robbery
Ain't a nigga on this Earth can say he shot at me
I bet everybody get quiet when the chopper speak
You ate the bitch pussy, we went out to eat
He was bleedin' from the pussy when they killed him, he got shot in heat
I got a hundred songs I'm about to leak
Fuck the Flint Township Police and RIP Dominique, that was BoBo brother
I got an eighty-thousand dollar watch, I did promo for it
She always come back, that's my yo-yo woman
Why the fuck you got a gun and won't blow your button?
Why the fuck do everybody think I owe them somethin'?
I was just in your backseat and you didn't throw me nothin'
You wonder how Yachty gave the police somethin'
My nigga tried to pull off, then the police slumped him
When it's gaffle on the floor, you get smoked in public
I just seen a rattlesnake, I don't wanna touch it
My nigga took the rattle off and put it in his stomach
Put a gun to his head and make him drink bleach
How 'bout I went to LA for a weekend, I didn't see a beach
I was scram scrapin', I was gaffle bakin'
That nigga sweeter than a cake, we gon' have to bake him
I ain't the only one you fuck, you better not ask for nathan
Oh, you got the wrong number if you ain't ask for Nathan
I wanna livestream and drink a pint of Act' with Adin
My lil' bitch went to Ross, she just graduated
Richest nigga out the fam, somebody had to make it
I got twelve racks on me, trying to grab some Quagen
But before I buy the pints, I'ma have to taste them, let me pour a deuce
You better cuff the bitch if she ever went to court with you
She ain't miss a court date or a phone call?
If she did miss it, make that bitch climb a long wall
If I don't know nothin' else, boy, I'm gon' ball
And if I don't know shit after that, I won't fall, that's all I know
I only want some Cookie, bro, that's all I smoke, real 41
Just in case I get a bond, I went to court with money
My nigga got a lil' blazer, I bought the Portland from him
Damn, I mean I bought the blazer from him, he was in Portland
If you ever seen me talkin' to a Mexican, it was important
You'll never get this shirt, this bitch was imported