Gimme the loop
I put my opps on the news
Don’t break the rules
You won’t be home when it snooze

We drinking booze, by the cemetery
For all the oops, that we dead and bury
Only get love it’s February
Word on the block is

Y’all rappers are catfish
I’m not Santa Clause but I could still grant you a fat wish
My London connect on the line
Sending package through gartwick

36 years from now I’ll probably still be on my shii
On my kid
I done double up
I’m placing bets with the profits

Only time we hit the bank is when wе make deposits
And just like your prеsident hoe I’m not leaving office