Prom Night

[Intro]
(twentythree)
Uh, uh, oh, yeah (twentythree)

[Chorus]
Don't as— don't ask if I'm cool, man
Nigga, I might have my stick in my suit, I was heavy on prom night
I'm finally rich, they all on my dick
Like ten ain't nothin', spend that shit on my bitch
Say what? My closet cost more than your kid
Got too many guns in the back of the black
Got a AR-15 in my 130 backpack
This one for the niggas that look up to me

[Verse]
You could be anything, but you can't be me
Man, Tom Ford shades on my face
The jeans still saggin', Celine on my waist
All I need is some Qua' (And I'm startin' my day)
All money ain't good if you know it can't fold
This shit for my kid, man, I'm messin' my seed
They all on my dick, they rappin' my life
I ain't scared of no nigga, we all bleed the same
Shit gettin' pitiful watch who you with
Bro made him a name for stoppin' the whip
Swanton Bomb, yeah, with the K like I'm Hardy
I walk in this bitch, I'm the life of the party

[Chorus]
Don't as— don't ask if I'm cool, man
Nigga, I might have my stick in my suit, I was heavy on prom night (I was what?)
I'm finally rich, they all on my dick
Like ten ain't nothin', spend that shit on my bitch
Say what? My closet cost more than your kid
Got too many guns in the back of the black
Got a AR-15 in my 130 backpack
This one for the niggas that look up to me
(Don't ask if I'm what? I was what?)
Don't as— don't ask if I'm cool, man
Nigga, I might have my stick in my suit, I was heavy on prom night (I was what?)
I'm finally rich, they all on my dick
Like ten ain't nothin', spend that shit on my *****
Say what? My closet cost more than your kid (What)
Got too many guns in the back of the black (Baow)
Got a AR-15 in my 130 backpack (Phew, phew, phew, phew)

[Outro]
Oh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh