20lbs Lyrics

Stupid bitch, why you crying?

You got racks, why you lying?

She wan' fuck me, 'cause I'm fly

They see Josi, they can't try him

Check my drawls, Calvin Klein

Been knew the truth, why you still lying?

Got in my glo, I'm finna shine

Dumbass ho' wasting time

You want a feature, pay that shit

You want a feature, pay right now

Love my bitch, she hold it down

Big ass pockets, 20 pounds

Gotta check in 'fore you come in here

Nigga this my town

I'm in love with the racks, I'ma flip me a band

My bitch stay in the sun, man she getting a tan

I been posted in Paris, just wait 'till I land

I been wanting Yemisi but she got a man

You gon' fuck with me now or just leave it at that?

Wanna see blood, the pistol attached

I feel Carti, I get the mac

She make it clap, don't use no hands

Posted with Buyi, my muhfuckin' mans

Baguette-E bagguette-E, posted in France

Spaghetti Spaghetti, Italian land

You just dumb if you think you can fuck with the gang

Me and my brother like Ratchet and Clank

I feel like Merc, I'ma ride in new tanks

Bust on her face, ain't shooting no blanks

He ain't better than me, I'm upping the rank

(Fuck Rivo)