May Day

[Hook]
They think I'm a dealer the way I switch cars
Zaza and OG got bags galore
Christian Dior on my feet and my pants are velour
They call me Brett farve in the four
I'm a young fly nigga, turn the A to Rodeo
I just turned 26, move a ten everyday though
In that Lamb' coupe, avendour feel lik a shark
I rock ice every night 'cause I'm scared of the dark
I rock Cartier wrist and my shoes are Chaney-ney
Got a bad brown bitch want to bite for a pay day
Got sticks on sight, a nigga play then it's May Day
Still in Section 8, drive-bys in a straight 8
We popping pistols this a pop pills free zone
Popping big shit on Insta 'til they bring my niggas home
Hundred racks all cash, you ain't gotta ask
Know these rap niggas thinking they can fire up on my ass

[Verse]
Sick wrist, swine flu, cartier
Bad bitch from Africa, the state flew her there
This shit kind of hard and I'm back moving hard
My diamonds Chris Brown, yeah, they stomp in New York
Oh she ain't this, she basic
Nut on her face, I wish she could taste
And my niggas screaming my bands come free like a mason
I still got OG in the trap like Parker
She pretty, but bro, yeah she homeless as martyr
My shoes, they Christian, I run 'round with them
Bitch pussy like fish, had to call that hoe tarter
She can't stick up my whip, had to send her
I'm still popping on Insta, I know that they mad
They like how the fuck Jay5 ain't run out of cash?
Hundred racks up, but I still pull up addy
When your bitch stop on me, get my tongue and keep passing
Slim waist, but no, she not fasting
Good gas station pills so you know that I'm laughing
Heard them say I was broke, didn't respond, I kept laughing
Know them sticks ain't on books, but we got 'em on file
I might buy the hoe Christian, but no she not getting saved

[Hook]
They think I'm a dealer the way I switch cars
Zaza and OG got bags galore
Christian Dior on my feet and my pants are velour
They call me Brett farve in the four
I'm a young fly nigga, turn the A to Rodeo
I just turned 26, move a ten everyday though
In that Lamb' coupe, avendour feel lik a shark
I rock ice every night 'cause I'm scared of the dark
I rock Cartier wrist and my shoes are Chaney-ney
Got a bad brown bitch want to bite for a pay day
Got sticks on sight, a nigga play then it's May Day
Still in Section 8, drive-bys in a straight 8
We popping pistols this a pop pills free zone
Popping big shit on Insta 'til they bring my niggas home
Hundred racks all cash, you ain't gotta ask
Know these rap niggas thinking they can fire up on my ass