I'm Gifted! Lyrics

Ay I moved out momma house and I ain't going back

Ay all these niggas my sons I need some Similac

Yea I'm riding in that hoopdie that bitch tinted black

Me and gang we plotting investments cost a hundred stacks

It cost a hundred stacks run that shit up like a running back

G-star jeans just to run it up

Your bitch in my face trying pucker up

Don't panic cause we are the ones

Ran that shit up Air Jordan one's

She gave the top ain't hit her once

Every line you know Imma punch

When I get real rich I can't go out like Money Mitch

Be careful these niggas snitch

Pillow talking to a bitch

Just dropped a two plus six

I'm high so is the click

At your brain I let it click

Tall and skinny call me slick

Yea Im slicker than slick rick

Mix the Raf Simons with the Rick

Yea these niggas they can't do this I pull out my wrist I flooded that shit

This real rap I ain't mumbling bitch

If you play with my gang I pull up on you then we rumbling bitch

I'm in the crib and I ain't leaving out

Hit from the back Imma make that bih pout

Rolling a sheet I ain't rolling a stout

He doing all of that shit for the clout

He doing all of that shit for the clout

He on that internet dissing I ain't with it

Imma spin his block in a goddamn Honda Civic

Slide solo put four or five shots at his fitted

Right after we fuck my girl tell me that I'm gifted

He on that internet dissing I ain't with it

Imma spin his block in a goddamn Honda Civic

Slide solo put four or five shots at his fitted

Right after we fuck my girl tell me that I'm gifted