You Can’t Imagine

[Intro]
Ooh
(Yeah, yeah, it's Neeko Baby)
Yeah
(IMixNation for real)
CEO, motherfucker
Hol' up
Ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy), ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, my bitch got a ass so big, you can't imagine
I make her go and strip for the kid and go to Magic
Catch me pourin' up pints of codiene, expensive habits
All these VVS on me, they real, it came from trappin'
This the real trap shit, huh, ain't no rap shit
I don't need no record deal, your record deal, that's on my wrist
This that LA Reels shit, sign you for a brick
This that pristine water, bitch, Titanic on my wrist (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I just got a load so big, I almost paniced
Catch me countin' up big backends, I feel satanic
'Lluminatti brought me a new Mase', catch me in traffic (Oh, Lord)
Yeah, my bitch'll hide it, upgrade her body, she made off plastic
Ayy, this that real trap shit (Trap), ain't no rap shit (Nah)
Doin' it like I'm LA Reels, might sign these rappers for a split
Call Jimmy Iovine, tell him I spend your 'vance up on my Wrist
Nigga, where the fuck you mean?
I just brought an AP for my bitch
Up the par, she got a Audamar
New foreign bitch for my foreign car
When it come to the trap, I'm a superstar
Baby, come to my hood, I'm a superstar
I got old hundreds, old money
I'm talkin' blow, not the show money
I remember I was gettin' fronted
Too many losses, couldn't make a hundred, yeah
I remember way back then, the trap was slow
Now I'm ridin' Maybach Benz with foreign ho
Got this freaky little Puerto Rican, she like it nasty
Bought her Chanel and Bailey, 'cause this lil' bitch, she the baddest

[Chorus]
Ayy, my bitch got a ass so big, you can't imagine
I make her go and strip for the kid and go to Magic
Catch me pourin' up pints of codiene, expensive habits
All these VVS on me, they real, it came from trappin'
This the real trap shit, huh, ain't no rap shit
I don't need no record deal, your record deal, that's on my wrist
This that LA Reels shit, sign you for a brick
This that pristine water, bitch, Titanic on my wrist (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
I don't need no deal, nigga, I'm really in the field, nigga
Fat nigga, pockets bigger, diamonds dancin' just like Thriller, ayy
Flooded petite and that Presidential (Petite)
I had twenty Ms with pounds up in the rental
I got the-, hol' up
I got the bags, I'm the dealer
I like my bad, ooh, vanilla
I want the plug, not the middle, man
I keep the bomb like Afganistan
My shooter's gon' blow like a ceilin' fan (Blrrt!)
I got more white than the Klux Klan
In the bluff on Rylo, Pakistan
You know I got racks, don't be silly
But I want a B like a Bentley
Blue hundreds, bitch, I'm crippin' (Crip)
Bloody red what I'm sippin' (Sip)
She eat the dick like it's business (Ooh)
The child, this bitch swallowed her children (Ooh)
If she spit it out, I might kill her
I'm a million dollar nigga (Ooh), ayy
I remember way back then, they wouldn't believe
Now my bankroll so strong like Hercules
I can make a bad bitch drop, straight to her knees (Ooh)
And she gon' eat the D and ride this shit just like a bee

[Chorus]
Ayy, my bitch got a ass so big, you can't imagine
I make her go and strip for the kid and go to Magic
Catch me pourin' up pints of codiene, expensive habits
All these VVS on me, they real, it came from trappin'
This the real trap shit, huh, ain't no rap shit
I don't need no record deal, your record deal, that's on my wrist
This that LA Reels shit, sign you for a brick
This that pristine water, bitch, Titanic on my wrist (Ayy)