Verse: Cush Wallace
Uh, couple beats and a pack of swishers
b**h, I'm fly I don't a**ociate with caterpillers
A condos cool
But I rather villas
And have yo girlfriend in my bed, screaming, grabbing pillows
Looking at my b**h anatomy
No wonder why all these f**ing n***as mad at me
Gotta turn my phone off
So these hoes don't k** my battery
My flow is complementary
And girls appeal to flattery
Life of the party flow
I don't give a f** demeanor
Babygirl we ballin
I suggest you s** the team up
She likes to roll my blunts
f** and clean up
I got OCD, b**h
You better f**ing clean up, damn
I'm so demanding like my father was
n***as always hatin'
But that petty sh** don't bother us
As long as I'm performing
All the b**hes gotta love us
So much p**y
You know I keep a box of rubbers
(Yeah)
I'm a miskeen art original
If b**hes walk like models
I'm a f** and turn them pigeon-toed
Everything is blurry now
Please adjust your vision hoe
Told them I'm a k** this sh**
Every bar is criminal
You can meet my brother
And tell us we're identical
Then we'll take you down
And smoke a bunch of medical
Pulling up
All black suburban
Like the men in black
Brent hold a gun
And D-Roc windows tinted black
(Uh)
I swear
You don't want my problems
I'm a pretty n***a
But the rest of these n***as goblins
Beat yo a** inside the club
And watch you come out hoblin
I'll still be up in that b**h
Convincing girls to swallow it
Hook:
Oh let's do it, I'm the future
Im so far from the sh** you n***as used to
Up early
For the money like a rooster
And I keep my n***as paid like a booster
Oh let's do it
I'm improving
I play the game to win
While they lose it
I can't help it
I'm a motherf**ing nuisance
I'm about this money n***a
Mother f** your two scents
Yeah W-A-double L-A-C-E