tyb
glorious trips chekt
worthy bred
oranges aren't just for breakfast
I told Virgil, write "Brick" on my brick (hah)
The nicest with this shit, ain't write this, I just spit (woo)
White bitch on my dick, this ice drip on my fist
No shoe deal, but look at all this Nike shit that I get (hahaha)
On dope street, it's white shit that I pitch
Two in the morning, on the corner, night shift with my blick (I got it all)
No soda in this Off-White shit that I whip (hah)
I'm rich, put all this Off-White shit on my bitch (haha)
So if it's smoke, we ain't even askin' (uh huh)
We just pullin' up and somebody gon' see a casket (boom boom boom)