2 Chainz, Cash Cobain, Young Nudy Reign

Yeah (Statik Selektah) You left me for somebody else Magic City, I'm with Tity Boi She ain't never seen a slizzy boy Just might throw a fifty ball I don't really think they get the boy, tss (Yeah) I don't really think she get me Pulled up, Lamb' chop iced out, on my hip was a switchie Outside really risky Bad bitches come and frisk me I just fucked this nigga bitch Hope he don't find out and try to diss me End up in a bad sitchy (Toni) Rolls Royce Umbrella Turned the spot to Coachella Saw my ex on Twitter with a nigga, ho, you can do better Graduated from a felon, smellin' just like air 'round the river I go Rick Owens leather, I go Maison Margiela I smoke back to back just like traffic in bad weather Somebody ask me, "How many hustles?" I got several Pistols, I got several Raw paper filled with seven Ever since Acura Legends, bitch, I've been a legend Don't believe me? You can Google me, talkin' Oodle Noodle to me Bought two of everything like it was two of me, don't you agree? Ask Magic, I been him, ask Onyx, I been him Same thing with the flame, synonym, candyland, I came trim Parking space say "Boss Man, " I ain't talkin' 'bout Dlow Pulled up in a Lamb' chop, eatin' lamb chops with a freak ho Lamb chops with a freak ho (Lamb chops with a freak ho) Magic City, I'm with Tity Boi She ain't never seen a slizzy boy (She ain't never seen a slizzy boy) Just might throw a fifty ball I don't really think they get the boy, tss (I don't really think they get the boy) I don't really think she get me Pulled up, Lambchop iced out, on my hip was a switchie Outside really risky (Risky) Bad bitches come and frisk me (Frisk me) I just fucked this nigga bitch Hope he don't find out and try to diss me (Yeah) End up in a bad sitchy Yeah (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I go in there dead, nigga Hahaha, E-A-ski Put a motherfucker under (Under) Make a whole block crumble (Crumble) Run through your pack, make you fumble (Fumble) I'm ballin' hard all summer (All summer) I'm cookin' hard 'round the gunners (Yeah) I'm keepin' it street and I'm gettin' this money The only thing a nigga honor (I honor) And I don't trust these niggas These niggas bitch-made, actin' like they mama (Pussy) And I'm gettin' a lot of commas (Commas) Gotta fuck with the condoms (Ooh) Long as they go print I'ma spend it, nigga, done bein' humble (Yeah) I went to Candyland with some rubber bands, she wanna see it rain (Hahaha) Yeah I was at NYC, told 'em, "It's me" Yeah, yeah, yeah Strip club with a thick girl Let me see you put your wrist up Wrist up, wrist up, wrist up You left me for somebody else Wrist up, wrist up, wrist up Can you remember the rain? Can you remember the rain?