Disgusting

You so vein that its digusting
But he sit so clean in his ripped up jeans
Gotta be a member of a football team
Because he smell like money and he drip like cream
(Wil$on)
Im so in to me, I ain’t stop to notice enemies
Candids heavenly how an iPhone look like 7D
Your girl fanning me, you upset that she a fan of me
Changed her Gram to me, stole your bread and brought a gram to me
I ain’t quite that nigga yet but that’s who I plan to be
Never known to be a shooter when I do I land the 3
I ain’t cocky I just got faith in what you gone later see
And my stock is bought to raise you better get it while its free
Fore I fix me teeth, fore I tour the globe and push these Tee’s
Say my grace before I lay my head like please, please, please
Because I need that Gucci logo on my feet, chest, knees
Slap these niggas with my southpaw but I ain’t a lefty
Dont address me, call my phone or even text me
I could show niggas the sauce they still would burn the recipe
How I get at niggas wrong but they still come correctly
Imma run so many summers they gone go protect Cree
You so vein that its digusting
But he sit so clean in his ripped up jeans
Gotta be a member of a football team
Because he smell like money and he drip like cream
(Scottie Le’Jour)
Im handsome as fuck and you can’t amputate it
I got cap to make her throw it ain’t no Graduation
Lost to Lincoln and the Benjis needed navigating
Left hand shuffle right hand hold it bitch im aggravated
Cautiously thumb through these strips, squint tight as Takashi
I scratched up her Benz she scratched up my body
Born to be digging we searching for fossils lightning in bottle i’ll call
tomorrow
This between me and your momma Jody please don’t get involved
Nothing get passed me im making new war
Flipping in public I’ll stand on the wall
Scotty you wild as a muthafucka, at least I know who I are
Just got married to money, lock my step kids in the car
With the windows up and the sun beaming how my daddy shoulda did his step son
huh
Oh thats cold ain’t it?
Well thats exactly how it feel when the money get integrated
Threw a tantrum like a fish outta water
I don’t go fishing for daughters
Bitch im petty not pedi
I put the G in spaghetti
I put the man up in mansion
No space for the kid but I got room for the ransom
Rap niggas think blood sells, but I don’t got room for no cancers
Get the fuck away from me
I can tell when its fake homie
Last year y’all was fashion models now y’all big thuggin
We can smell it, I don’t wanna hear no onions
Stop crying
You so vein that its digusting
But he sit so clean in his ripped up jeans
Gotta be a member of a football team
Because he smell like money and he drip like cream