7 Falls

Chrome soles on the Raf Simons
Checking on my cousins
I ain’t seen em since last Christmas
Lee that’s like my brother
From another, it’s past business
Ain’t worried bout bad bitches
We get to the bag, split it
The game is like some pussy
Nigga hoping he last in it
But if you put it down
Nigga you could be last in it
Windows is black tinted
The Porsche is topless
Rookie contracts
But next year
I want some options
Headed out to the tropics
I mean Jamaica
These hoes in danger
Somebody save em
Cuz I ain’t the savior
Can’t fuck with broke minded niggas
I heard the shits contagious
I brought the crew to Delilahs
Madison made arrangements
I brought your hoe
To the SLS and the Palms in Vegas
She topped me off in some brand new Balenciaga trainers
She got some flavors
We running a campaign
They tryna to stop who
No champagne for bitches that’s uncouth
Margiela Tabi’s if she tryna knock boots
On my
2nd lap, I’m running to Jacquemus
My shooters is on call
No matter what the score
My niggas is gon ball
Bungee rope around me
If I ever fall off
Hoodie oversized
It’s prolly Pyer Moss
You niggas is all talk
I wish one of you rappers would hit the button
I been, waiting and writing inside a dungeon
My pen, hungry you looking just like a luncheon
Engineer ready case a nigga gotta punch in
Fully fuckin faded
I’m failing to find the function
Smoking on the loudest
This lotus is so repugnant
Up and Down get crowded
They move me to VIP
Just by the way I’m moving
Was never the one to fuck with
Know these niggas biting
I Swear I feel the bicuspids
I provide the blueprint
Then I be on some new shit
Silky young nigga
My closet like Baton Rouge
Pocket fulla benjis
Like my wallet caught blues
Merch is available
Know you niggas heard the news
And it’s coming soon
Marlboro Rhude
It’s a fuckin mood
Yeah
Aye
Yeah