Will Smith

Ayy, now she pumpin' with the best
Lil Cock is a master
She put my head up to her chest and now I’m suckin' on her breast
Like it’s wild, wild west, like it’s wild, wild west
And I’m Will Smith, flex
DolphinBoyz up next
So these bitches wanna text, so these bitches wanna text
They see the ice on my neck, see the ice on my neck
And my wrist on flex, and my wrist on flex
See me cashing these checks
Talkin' green, like Rex
Like I talk Toy Story, yeah, I’m talking Toy Story
And you bitches be boring, yeah, you bitches be boring
And now these bitches is adoring, now these bitches is adoring
Lil Cock, boy, flooring
Talking pedal to the metal, blowing smoke like a kettle
Lil Cock, boy, a rebel
I’m blasting off, space shuttle
Little QB huddle
Yeah, I’m talking Curt Warner
Yeah, I’m talking Tom Brady
And the Cock misbehaving
I got a bitch and I ain’t shaving
And these bitches be complaining, and these bitches be complaining
'Cause the money ain’t raining, 'cause the money ain’t raining
But a few more hit and I’ll be balling like McGrady
Cock eyes low, faded, Cock whippin' the Mercedes
Or I’m flexin' in the Hummer, you haters dumber, dumber
Plunge your bitch like a plumber
I’m shootin' off like a gunner
I’m scoring hit like a runner, like I’m Gary Payton
Robin Williams, like I’m Flubber
And now I’m poppin' like a bubble
Tell your bitch that I can’t love her
Five, four, three, two, one nigga, take off
Milk mustache on a bitch, like Adolf
Ice on my neck, nigga, we can have a skate off
AK-47 only one I don’t break off
Diggin' in her guts, lil' cock gone soft
I’m at the top, gettin' top in the loft
niggas shootin', Rick Ross
Real nigga trapper since the baby
Gotta pay the cost if you wanna be a boss
My OG got a coupon, nigga, I get half off
I be in the trap, nigga, mask on
Lil' uzi with a dick, you better back off
All my friends dead, I’m a nut job
Just got out of jail with the inside scoop
Banana split cream, bitch, I don’t eat fruit
Kickin' in the cut like I know kung-fu
Shake and bake the cocaina,
Gucci on my beamer listening to Justin Bieber
I can’t be defeated when I’m fighting in my feelings
Sting like a bee, still fuckin'
White Chanel sneakers same color as my Adidas
Smokin' in the church, selling weed to all my preachers
Shake and bake the cocaina,
Gucci on my beamer listening to Justin Bieber
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh