Supreme On Fairfax

This mother f**** hard as f**k
No cap
Yeah
Whole lotta drippin' goin on
Oooooooo walk in this b***h with the matte black strap
I got it tucked in my slacks
Smokin' a wood and I wrap it in wax
F**k from the back and I pull out her tracks
These n****s lame wack
I’m in L.A. at Supreme on Fairfax
Christian Dior n***a watch where you step at
F&N light and it don’t got no kickback
I got a b***h and she taste like a kit-at
Rollie is on me it don’t got no tick tock
45,000 he spent on the wrist watch
Reach for it n***a we jump you like Kris Kross
Pockets is fat as the stomach on Rick Ross
B***h in the back and she thick and she foreign
Diamonds they f**k on my neck like some porn
1.5 n***a off tourin'
Fred on em cookin' come check out the form
Fire is on me go ring the alarm
I got my weed it came straight out the barn
25,000 we spent on her charm
No Lamborghini b***h this a McLauren
3 b*****s you think imma Mormon
My baby soft as the bear off of Charmin
D**k in her mouth at the same time she yawnin'
In the morning in back on the block with that (hot)
When I woke up I had to go piss in a (pot)
I was trapped in the hood off of Cullen and (Scott)
And My n****s they cookin' up crack into (rocks)
My lil' homie he finna go pimp him a (thot)
Out the whip where we hop when we run from a (cop)
In Iraq yeah I had to go shoot me uh (op)
All the hot boys keep askin' me when this gone drop
Oooooooo walk in this b***h with the matte black strap
I got it tucked in my slacks
Smokin' a wood and I wrap it in wax
F**k from the back and I pull out her tracks
These n****s lame wack
I’m in L.A. at Supreme on Fairfax
Christian Dior n***a watch where you step at
F&N light and it don’t got no kickback
I got a b***h and she taste like a kit-at
Rollie is on me it don’t got no tick tock
45,000 he spent on the wrist watch
Reach for it n***a we jump you like Kris Kross
Pockets is fat as the stomach on Rick Ross
B***h in the back and she thick and she foreign
Diamonds they f**k on my neck like some porn
1.5 n***a off tourin'
Fred on em cookin' come check out the form
Choppa on me and it sound like a storm
I’m smokin' on gas and you smokin' on corn
Whip up that work f**k around broke my arm
Rickey and Luna got work off the farm
I went to college I trapped out the dorm
F**k on yo b***h while you still watchin' porn
I got that strap on me like Jason Bourne
Imma pull up on you wait til I’m back
I hop out the Dually I just got it wrapped
I call up lil' Freddy he came with the pack
I f**k on yo b***h on a premium snap
I came from the trenches I ain’t goin' back
Imma defensive end cuz I came for that sack
Put d**k her belly make her take a nap
You n****s too wack I ain’t giving you dap
Oooooooo walk in this b***h with the matte black strap
I got it tucked in my slacks
Smokin' a wood and I wrap it in wax
F**k from the back and I pull out her tracks
These n****s lame wack
I’m in L.A. at Supreme on Fairfax
Christian Dior n***a watch where you step at
F&N light and it don’t got no kickback
I got a b***h and she taste like a kit-at
Rollie is on me it don’t got no tick tock
45,000 he spent on the wrist watch
Reach for it n***a we jump you like Kris Kross
Pockets is fat as the stomach on Rick Ross
B***h in the back and she thick and she foreign
Diamonds they f**k on my neck like some porn
1.5 n***a off tourin'
Fred on em cookin' come check out the form