Sippin Lego
Hard rock bricks tho, talkin no lego
Sippin on '4 with blueberry faygo
This shits too loud, pow pow oh no
Never liked the fakeness always kept it real tho
Me and my homies finna pass this dumb hoe
I dont like to do it cheap,  bring out the draco
223, 223, prap prap where you go
Scars got gold, we finna make it snow

Never told the label, i am the label
Chillin on netflix, we dont got no cable
Fucked that bitch on my dinner table
So damn fine like one fuckin angel
Ya you know my bitch she an angel
Choc or vanilla, i got all the flavors
Your opinions, they dont matter
Yes, my bitch, she, a spinner

Niggas be cappin, i'm here poppin
With rockstars im rockin, fly like a rocket
She called me a cocket, it fit in my pocket
Secure the bag i dont wanna lose it, u might wanna win or just fuck it
Room like a cockpit, no hair on my armpit
Me and my homies pull up with the Glock-it
Soon its dawn, the bag we gon' lock it
Words dont rhyme with orange ya
Forange, gorange, boring ya
In the cup we pourin ya
Not just the faygo but with 4 ya
Pistols and me got divorced ya
I only pull up with Glocks ya
Percocets are not xans ya
Smokin on herb like redd ya