Himalayas

Racked up in my city I feel like the mayor
Cause I could tell them boys or I could tell ‘em slay ya
Drink plug in the south we met him in Decatur
Balling in Florida I feel like a gator
Pink Molly look like salt from the Himalayas
Dior runners all summer I got different flavors
Blancolato so loud it that it could wake the neighbors
Since Corona when we count we Lysol the paper
Do me a favor never do me no favors
Everybody on my team pull felonious capers
Gotta hustle everyday it’s just part of nature
I’m doing better than a lot of rapprs signed to a major
Blanco
She said I get that pussy w she make it leak for me
Quit the class Azul that shit too sweet for me
Back on 1942 I go the tresh on me
SosaGeek called me said you really got the streets homie
My mind state is similar to Donald Goines
Writing about my life got me on tour in Des Moines
Or maybe in Missouri new fans that never heard me
Listening to how I trapped and sold snow by the flurry
Gold chains Jordan fives when my homie got buried
At the wake I couldn’t cry but my vision was blurry
The whole city OD’ing they addicted to 30's
But I’m addicted to bad bitches that’s slim thick and curvy
Had a gun the size of Ross back when 50 was Curly
Cross a line I do him bad and have him sit in a gurney
You beefing on the internet I know you’d sing to a jury