​luigi

[Verse 1]
Bands in my pocket, all these bands in my wallet
You want a band, pocket watching
Oh, he a fan? On my mama
Walk to the bank and this guala on me
This lil bitch a donut, want fuck me for free
Like, this not a deli, boy, get off my meat
26 mil, for an eight-bar feat

[Chorus]
Pocket's on green, these bitches Luigi
This bitch is a bird, don't want fuck you tweety
She want sex, I told the lil hoe go and tweet me
They got a problem, well I am not intervening
You so Weenie Hut Jr, you can't get up on my level
She got a teeny butt, Hooters
Full minivan with a squad full of shooters
Step in the mirror and talk to the devil
Sit down and I breathe and they give me a medal
Reap what you sow fore' you meet with the metal
I'm in the cut sippin' drank out the kettle
I'm in the cut sippin' drank, this not wockhardt
Darth Vader mask on like he met with the father
Peeny brain bitch bro shot he the shotta
7.62 and it grrata

[Verse 2]
They like it's not fair
Go and grow a pair
Rick Ross, I like peaches in pairs
Off that perc, paranoid boy I'm scared
G-19, G-19
She got a patty, lil bro, I'm rewinding
Lil' bro too fat, can't fit in the scat (Fatass)
SRT in the cat (Vroom vroom)
Smokin on cat piss, they like, "Lil' bro, you so dirty"
Fuck around, talk on my name, he get buried
Walk round with that bitch, better scram, better scurry
Matter fact, lil bro leave in a hurry
Glock make him stand up like the jury
Kung-Fu Panda, hit that bitch fist furry
Saw me turn the corner and that bitch got worried

[Pre-Chorus]
Like I told you so many times
But again and again, you blow my mind
Got dressed, feelin' mediocre
Then I looked in the mirror, felt great
They wanna get Reef rich one day
They wanna get Reef bitch one day

[Chorus]
Pocket's on green, these bitches Luigi
This bitch is a bird, don't want fuck you tweety
She want sex, I told the lil hoe go and tweet me
They got a problem, well I am not intervening
You so Weenie Hut Jr, you can't get up on my level
She got a teeny butt, Hooters
Full minivan with a squad full of shooters
Step in the mirror and talk to the devil
Sit down and I breathe and they give me a medal
Reap what you sow fore' you meet with the metal
I'm in the cut sippin' drank out the kettle
I'm in the cut sippin' drank, this not wockhardt
Darth Vader mask on like he met with the father
Peeny brain bitch bro shot he the shotta
7.62 and it grrata

[Verse 3]
Foot on the gas, bronem step on the pedal
I'm tryna double that sack, fuck the treble
That is not money, that's just yo embezzle
Twenty-five grand spent alone on this bezel
That's not Balenci, that's straight off a clearance
Focus on money, boy, fuck yo appearance
Brother rock Gucci to give it endearance
I'm way too high off that perc, I'm not hearin'
Shoutout to weial, that's my sister been steering
Pop me a thirty, then pop me a ten
G-Wagon, boy, I'm in five percent tint
Shoutout my dog, boy, that's Cyber and them
Torch him, fye him up, get em in a tent
I been gettin' rich, I don't know where they been
And I'm with his bitch, probably why he bent
Sippin' on wock, overdosed on tris