Gotham

You said he coming but why did he lie
You tried to spy with your red eye
I told the plug I’ll slide if you don’t call Si
My nephew it’s fighting the ends for a stabbing
I love him, I love him that is all that matters
I turn a good girl to a badders
I make her believe she’s the baddest, uh yeah
They tried to cancel me out uh
Like what are they talkin' about, I’m 'bout to cause up a drought
I need a conversation when I Lean, I need a jet for free
All of my niggas they next to me, at fashion week serving Ecstasy
I need some Louis and Gucci and Prada we get if off and say nada
Hope out the bush wi your gwolla, I got some G’s with his mother
My G he just touched it harder, now he bulletproof Obama
I told them pray for me, why they throwin' all this hate on me, yea
Got sweet ones that wait for me and I ain’t even tryna change shawtie,
you was down then you changed on me
Like why did you change?
Uh, you couldn’t wait to see me in a range
Uh, I’m feeling like Drake cos nothing’s the same
Them niggas got your niggas so now you ain’t got it
Two cars up and the one in the back ain’t got it
The one in the front that’s some problems
Told your girl I like pizza I want toppings
Yeah, way I live die like Gotham
Niggas going out robbin' and shottin'
Christian Dior Dior RIP Poppy
You gotta keep the streets savoury, get moppy
Yeah, big titty girl like Laticia Grey
She met me in south went out to the east
Sure bitch, if you get pregnant don’t abort it, huh
'Bout to make mills cos I thought it, huh
H1 all the opps corpses
Never parle or forfeit, I just want J’s and Porsches
The streets is 100 degrees yeah
I’m buzzing like bumbling bees yeah
Check my family tree yeah
F1 til I’m DRE yeah
Skully come through in a hurry, holding a wap and a buggy
The way you hold the cheese ain’t funny
Leave streets, soon home, make money
G Unit I roll with my buddy, 9 shots better turn your body
Gal went through all of my body
She better give sloppy to colleagues
She offer a trolley on Molly
Ask if eat it I said probably
And nigga drip real hard grab a brolly
And I still speak to cats in Cockney
Them niggas got your niggas so now you ain’t got it
Two cars up and the one in the back ain’t got it
The one in the front that’s some problems
Told your girl I like pizza I want toppings
Yeah, way I live die like Gotham
Niggas going out robbin' and shottin'
Christian Dior Dior RIP Poppy
You gotta keep the streets savoury, get moppy