25

Weed and syrup, yeah (We got London on da Track) All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes I like mouth in my lap and pussy on my nose And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine And I swear every day, I'm on my Ariana grind-de I got that yay, I got that la-di-da-di-da And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan Lord, I'm a free man like I come from Amistad No, I come from Hollygrove, turnin' Os to octagons I get money while I'm 'sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven I dream I saw Lil Beezy and smoked a 'gar with Wessy All my niggas, rest in peace, and my enemy, rest pleasant So when my niggas creep, they catch him when he least expect 'em Mama told me "If you run these streets, run these streets correctly" Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me Lord knows I wear new clothes to the mall Two hoes on my arm Fur boots when it's warm Church shoes to play ball I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes Boy, that vest won't save you, neither will heroes Lord, they better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO Lord, all I know is strippers, all they know is poles All they sell is pussy 'cause they been sold they soul Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zeros Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold Lord, all I know is paper, big fat money rolls Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors I was runnin' outta patience 'til I heard "All aboard" They mad 'cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5K I be spendin' 25K every 5 days I sent my girl on a spa day 'Cause Hood just came with them chickens I don't want you in the house, bae Plus we need the kitchen Lord, trap house in abundance We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me (We got London on da Track) Hol' up, had to switch the flow up Had to pour up, roll some more up Watch me go up, my doors go up When I show up, why you show up? Pick my bro up, pick a O up Hit the store up, get a soda Get us four cups, split a four up Then we slow up, yeah, you know us Then we toast cups and we post up Don't approach us, we got toasters That's my slime, like we ghostbust And we both bust, give no fucks Take no stuff and take your stuff Then ho hunt for some chocha I know a ho who'll rock the boat But I row her, I'm Noah, Lord I remember when I was no one, Lord When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards Ms. Cita, I remember goin' in your gun drawer Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimeters Oh Lord, I remember dyin' on her room floor And wakin' up in some police's arms, he died recent So I hope Heaven made more room for him, and I hope he see me 'Cause if he didn't save that lil boy, there'd be no Weezy Oh Lord