Close 2 The Sun

Sunday Talkin

Real Denim

Family Matters

FOMO

LYRICS:

your steppers, need to start pressing pills to live up to their title
i’m simon cowell to these niggas on american idol
i hit givenchy all black playing scrubs on vinyl
had the black urus at 18 somebody go ask nigel
i scraped my tesla the other week i blamed it on queen naija
x marks the spot didn’t need to buy a medal detector
i’m with the 5 star gang i’m finna call lester
g6 kicked in i ain’t blink yet now my eyes hurt
fucked her then she asked me for a tip now i’m giving wise words
nigga asked for a fade i had scratched my head
tried to swing with his right arm glock made him use his legs
70000 on a steering wheel my pockets made of steel
never breaking like a high speed chase running from the jakes 
i see more hundreds on the front end than i see black bitch lace 
chanel shiesty so it ain’t really shiesty when i hide my face

call the 20 oz sheck wes shit way too muddy
i’d ring my bitch out by the neck if she got too buddy buddy 
with these niggas, put me on they level now i gotta 10 up em
crack they hoes then crack them niggas bones, walk out like fuck em
i had the pole in both of my hands like i’m tryna chin up it
put my whole arm in her pussy make that bitch my muppet
make that bitch my puppet eat it all off an adderal she don’t miss a spot
20,000 in the cup holder it’s still spilling over 
karrahboo off 2 x pills and she still half sober
damn ain’t that something 
funny how u niggas say u run shit u the ones running 
sk-17 in my armpit we the ones dumping
we the ones that pack balenci bags make em fat like dumplings
black and white diamonds atleast mlk died for something 
it’s us.

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