Allah

Bust a BOA, for thirty thousand, all my niggas havin' cheers
We sellin' bread with an AR, we sellin' bread with some beers
I’m top smokin' loud, this shit fuckin' with my ears
At my crib in the burbs, I just ran into some deers
Your power steerin' fucked up, you can’t even steer
Need somebody to open up a Chase, call my phone to volunteer
Knock his head off, like we playin' volleyball
My auntie call my phone like, «Can you sell these Adderalls?»
Was 'bout to put them on the plane, but I don’t think he got the balls
Why you run off with my money, you motherfuckin' bastard
I just fucked a bitch 'cause she thought that I was Casher
Plus I stole her ID and she didn’t even notice
Kanye, Jay-Z scammed a nigga named Otis
Bought a rocket launcher and this bitch is atrocious
Got a new rental and this bitch is a Focus
I was bored as hell, back in school, couldn’t even focus
My worker just broke a BOA, gave him a bonus
Bought a profile, and I think it’s Nick Jonas
Just 'cause you don’t have no weed, don’t try to pass me no till
Fucked her from the back and pulled out her ponytail
It was five hundred dollars just to log-on to Yale
I don’t care if you’re a bitch, I’ll scam a female
Told me that he gettin' money, we know that’s a fairy tail
They ask me how I’m doin', bitch, I’m doin' very well
I just caught this nigga ridin' in an old Impala
It costs to get in the party, and you ain’t even got a dollar
One time I scammed a Muslim and he called me sayin', «Allah!»
Just stole a credit card and it belonged to my mama
Wrapped a white shirt around my head, feel like Osama
Told the Jew to send a thousand, and I’ma add two commas
Bought a fake wig, now I look like John Stockton
I heard a nigga said he want some beef, let’s get it poppin'
Deposit a fake check inside the bank, that bitch poppin'
Give you 13 on my Glock, imma rock it
You can get rich fuckin' with the stock market
It’s really just my weed, but they think somebody farted
I just slapped the fuck outta my cousin, he retarded
He don’t fuckin' listen, man, this nigga so stupid
Amiri’s, offered Jordans, boy, you look so stupid
I cannot fall in love, bitch, I am not cupid
Feel like Juice WRLD, 'cause my dreams so lucid
Runnin' to my old teacher, man, I hate John Lucas
Tryna lock us up in jail, it’s a fucked up institution
I’m tryna quit doin' fraud and just focus on my music
But man, I swear that shit ain’t as fuckin' easy as it sounds
Was tryna make a rap song but nigga called for a pound
Hello? Yeah, lemme get a pound. alright where you at? Shit, I’m on 7 Road.
Alright, here I come. For sure.
And you really think that I was 'bout to turn that shit down?
I just pulled up on my bitch like, «Come outside now»
What’s good? Hello. Come your ass outside.