Warriors

[Verse 1: Bossy]
She staring at my wrist like she looking at train crash
Red and yellow diamonds like stain glass
Paper cut fingers from the blue cash
Rockefeller money I’m like dame
I’m on yacht bitch
Somewhere in the tropics
Eating sushi with a Latina we using chopsticks
I never liked boats, so she know not to rock it
So I count my bands and let her tan until we dock it
Nigga proceed with caution
Testing me not an option 17 in my clip
My nigga you will get all them
I keep it for defense, you niggas stay on offense
I just drew a line in the sand, don’t cross it
I work my bitch out
Leave her wet, call it cross fit
I Kicked your bitch Out
She a thief, On tape stealing boxes
She get fired on her day off
Sluttin be her day job
I ain’t want the pussy
But she top me till her jaw lock
Big money, came with a big risk
On the beach counting bread
I can feed the birds or i could feed the fish
Over your head
I just play the background
Damn near looking like I’m blending
I’m damn near standing out
Versace trunks on the boardwalk
Hella bands buss in out
Somethings just don’t look familiar
Being broke and down an out
I just got a text from my accountant
He said settle down
I can’t settle down
The plug just docked and That’s a touchdown

[Verse 2: Clinton Haze]
Beautiful beaches, pretty women
Best-est life that we living
That Liquor sipping
Skinny dipping bitches keeping it pimpin
Got my dreads braided to the back
Fresh nothing new to that
Bruised chain , blue on back
Diamonds, yeah
Hit from behind
That’s the Heimlich yeah
That pussy too wet had to dive in
Fish scale colored whip
Fish tailing in the whip
Half or a quarter brick
Whole things too
Yeah my niggas got them drumsticks
YeahN them whole Wings too
Yea we rolling up the green
Like we bowling, woo
Feeling Rick Flair
Need to cop Rolex
Got that work
Yea I got that boflex
Hit me
If you wanna hang need a coat check
Give her heroine sex
Yea that dope dick
Super I’ll wit it bitch I’m so sick
Vu Le vu vu Shea kiss my ass
Bitch I’m no French Oh shit
Doing my thing doing my thing Yea
Lucifer flames Lucifer flames I’m hot
That Buddha is dank Buddha is dank
Think I’m whack Maury had determined that was a lie
I’m the truth
Who the fuck is you
Nigga you a nobody
Bitches on my jock like they gold bond
Sniff a little powder
Weed is kinda louder than the music
Cool with the plug cuz we known blow fuses
Bang