MS. P

I'm fifteen, I'm on my grown man shit, you know what I'm sayin'

Calm, no ice, blood spike, on some southern drop shit

Rookie of the year, young Chris Paul shit Hoppin' out the coupe, had to fix my wrist

It's my shine, watch the perpetual, nigga, it's prime time

Steak night when we break ice on the late flight

I'm a renegade, havin' juice like a mini-made Blood gettin' paid, all black on the Escalade

Sandro play, we take trips, this is not a phase

Can I call you Ms. P

You too cool not to roll with me Do you like Bentley

I ain't trickin', no, they tryna get you, match my vibe