Champagne Papi ended this fakkit's career.
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with nikkas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with nikkas like y'all
I just ask that when you see me you speak up nikkas that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
It's feeling like rap change
There was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nikka reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays nikkas reach, just to sell they record
Spaguetti bolognese in apollo lounge
Me and my G from DC, that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think drake would pull some sh-t like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in apollo lounge
Me and my man Oliver North, that's how I roll around
Shorty wanted to tell me secrets about a rap nikka
I told that bytch it's more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe about to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nikka I hate it had to be him
bytch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(huh!? bytch you weren't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell lucien, and I say fukk it
I'm tearing holes my budget
Bag it like we in Publix
And take her ass out in public
Order her a filet told her butterflies, she'll love it
She's used to soda and nuggets, she's really just out here thugging
I'm just hitting my pinnacle
You and p*ssy identical
You like the fukking finish line
We can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind off that young rich motherfukker getting mine off rap, with my nikkas!
