Why these niggas pat my pockets when I'm VIP
Dripping to the socks
Gon need a napkin to wipe my wallet before you see ID
Inside while we outside like we pulled up in a Mario Kart
It's hard keeping you high potential hoes far from my heart
The mind protects the flow
Mine happens to glow in the dark
They even try to catch a cadence when we kick it to talk
I'm in my
Birkin looking for a trigger working to squirt when they see that this ain't a women's purse
My Hermès'll hurt you
I'm in different types of DMs
With celebrity BMs
Paparazzi flashes
I'm eating salad in 3M
See him?
My only reservations are 10PM
You niggas is civilians that wonder why the chef feeds him
The kitchen close
Different bitches know
Dashes digital
On some bullshit but she pigeon toed
Edgar allen crows
Cornrows under the weave
I only like her if she keep a head wrap while waiting for me
I ease slow
What's the need for the speed
Visual
You can see without descriptions from me
Sexual
Rocafella ground zero
Brought you to the sound mural
Niggas got away with half-assing
I had to sound plural
It's embarrassing ain't it
Just to be here in the presence of a real miracle made with
Hydrogen
Oxygen
Carbon
Suicide doors on the car when
They close I'm in the compartment
Laughing at niggas that thought when
I had a dream
And they yawned it'd
Only be mean if it's wrong and
Now they all wish I was home to link or to place me in coffin
Coughing to place in the awkward silence I place your apartment next to my new f*cking closet
Don't you dare mention me as your homie
Homeboy I'm your father
Pardon my pauses
Partly had to roast these niggas like parsnips
No art in the darkness
Thought I was godly
But that was baby cap
They tried to size me up wearing baby gap
But you're made for that
Where they make that at
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Why these niggas pat my pockets when I'm VIP
Dripping to the socks
Gon need a napkin to wipe my wallet before you see ID
Inside while we outside like we pulled up in a Mario Kart
It's hard keeping you high potential hoes far from my heart
The mind protects the flow
Mine happens to glow in the dark
They even try to catch a cadence when we kick it to talk
I'm in my
Birkin looking for a trigger working to squirt when they see that this ain't a women's purse
My Hermès'll hurt you
I'm in different types of DMs
With celebrity BMs
Paparazzi flashes
I'm eating salad in 3M
See him?
My only reservations are 10PM
You niggas is civilians that wonder why the chef feeds him
The kitchen close
Different bitches know
Dashes digital
On some bullshit but she pigeon toed
Edgar allen crows
Cornrows under the weave
I only like her if she keep a head wrap while waiting for me
I ease slow
What's the need for the speed
Visual
You can see without descriptions from me
Sexual
Rocafella ground zero
Brought you to the sound mural
Niggas got away with half-assing
I had to sound plural
It's embarrassing ain't it
Just to be here in the presence of a real miracle made with
Hydrogen
Oxygen
Carbon
Suicide doors on the car when
They close I'm in the compartment
Laughing at niggas that thought when
I had a dream
And they yawned it'd
Only be mean if it's wrong and
Now they all wish I was home to link or to place me in coffin
Coughing to place in the awkward silence I place your apartment next to my new f*cking closet
Don't you dare mention me as your homie
Homeboy I'm your father
Pardon my pauses
Partly had to roast these niggas like parsnips
No art in the darkness
Thought I was godly
But that was baby cap
They tried to size me up wearing baby gap
But you're made for that
Where they make that at
Dripping to the socks
Gon need a napkin to wipe my wallet before you see ID
Inside while we outside like we pulled up in a Mario Kart
It's hard keeping you high potential hoes far from my heart
The mind protects the flow
Mine happens to glow in the dark
They even try to catch a cadence when we kick it to talk
I'm in my
Birkin looking for a trigger working to squirt when they see that this ain't a women's purse
My Hermès'll hurt you
I'm in different types of DMs
With celebrity BMs
Paparazzi flashes
I'm eating salad in 3M
See him?
My only reservations are 10PM
You niggas is civilians that wonder why the chef feeds him
The kitchen close
Different bitches know
Dashes digital
On some bullshit but she pigeon toed
Edgar allen crows
Cornrows under the weave
I only like her if she keep a head wrap while waiting for me
I ease slow
What's the need for the speed
Visual
You can see without descriptions from me
Sexual
Rocafella ground zero
Brought you to the sound mural
Niggas got away with half-assing
I had to sound plural
It's embarrassing ain't it
Just to be here in the presence of a real miracle made with
Hydrogen
Oxygen
Carbon
Suicide doors on the car when
They close I'm in the compartment
Laughing at niggas that thought when
I had a dream
And they yawned it'd
Only be mean if it's wrong and
Now they all wish I was home to link or to place me in coffin
Coughing to place in the awkward silence I place your apartment next to my new f*cking closet
Don't you dare mention me as your homie
Homeboy I'm your father
Pardon my pauses
Partly had to roast these niggas like parsnips
No art in the darkness
Thought I was godly
But that was baby cap
They tried to size me up wearing baby gap
But you're made for that
Where they make that at
Writer: S Allen
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