Potara Earrings

Potara Earrings ya feel me?
Yeah, underrated like I’m Kuzma
Faded like I’m boosie
I don’t wanna lose ya, contents of my music
Jiggy so revealing yeah, but you so appealing that
I might have to lose a couple just so I can see you double
BBB like Lonzo, these niggas so Gelo
Potential like Lamelo, let’s go
Already reach a P like Plato
Hoes peep the wrist say «Hello»
You a snitch like Dlo
Squad full of shooters like Danilo
I’m not playing games no atari
I’ma cop my mom a new ferrarri
While gooning with the squad like safari
Yeah we still on this Safari movement ya feel me?
Roo Nostalgia: You already know
Dami Exodus: Talk that talk Roo, Ya dig!
(Roo Nostalgia):
Safari niggas, atari niggas, not pulling triggas
I’m 19, by 20 I wanna be buying villas
I need killas and real ones in the field huh
These fake niggas just bumpin they don’t feel huh
I told David, I’ma kill the lion, fuck the rock
Niggas hot cause I came up from the bummy roof spot yeah
(Dami Exodus):
Niggas be acting so different
Be like yeah and just on their wish list
Everybody in my business
Like can y’all just leave me living?
My wife in London
Mixed with her arturo vicious
Please resemble Christmas
Haters plea
Tryna be a Christian
Man I’m tired of the sinning
But (?)
Not tryna be that guy
That ruins a happy vibe
But in my free time that’s whats running through my mind
Do I run up do I mind?
Nevermind
But you know it’s bout that time
For Roo to snap, and I’ll be right back
Dami Exodus: I’ma be right back, shorty tripping bro she keeps calling my phone,
you know how it be though. Do your verse, kill the mike bro
Roo Nostalgia: You crazy. I got it though
(Roo Nostalgia):
Uh
Snap, crackle, and poppin' niggas that not with it
I’m not kiddin'
Y’all really is my children
With your girl, on top of the world, we chillin'
You still trippin'
Sittin' at home, in yo feelins'
Pray for the power
I need the rain, and the shower
I want the money for days
Can’t do no minimum wage
Can’t do a 9−5
I’m too 1998
Need it all right now
I don’t got no time to wait
Yeah I seen a lot of love, need a lot of lust
Now, old style, old money
Need a new bust down
Pick a side, we ain’t running from shit
Taking shots in the dark
Pray to God that you hear
(Dami Exodus):
Like my name is Pickney
I’ll cook you with the lefty
Y’all niggas really can’t check me
But can I get my check please?
Rapping pretty easy
That’s why I started singing
And my wrist be on some bling bling
These lyrics got you feening
Roo my brother from the jump
And I think him as that of
Mess with him and you’ll get snuck
Or take one straight from the plug
(Roo Nostalgia):
My dude Dami so cold like an icicle
Pretty girls wanna come through and ride the bicycle
Bicycles not tricycles
Lil niggas be liking too faking
Like they hating
But really wanna be like Roo
Gang