POOF!

Aye, this my theme song
Christian Dior ripped jeans on
She want a capital P
But besides me, I don't see one
I run up a rack like I'm on a mission
And then I re-run
I get to the bag like I'm a magician
Bitch, you ain't see nun
POOF
Bitch I can't see nun
I'm in the room on 3 drugs
I fucked this bitch off a bean
I'm on the lean
Bitch I'm T'd up
Smokin' on good gasoline
I'm in the Beamer, doin' a speed run
I paid a stack for these jeans
That's all me, I don't need nun
I made my own way
I don't listen to what a hoe say
I don't listen to what a - yeah
I don't listen to what a broke boy say
Got a white bitch sniffin' cocaine
Dick all she ate today, this bitch insane
In the Trackhawk, I been switching lanes
Drugs alleviate the pain
I just been ridin' wit my bitch in the city
My window be tinted and so are my shades
I just been tryna avoid all the drama but karma been trying to play with my name
Smokin' a O at the function
I don't even talk to nobody, just me and my brain
Woke up one day with some problems
I had to solve em
Bitch, I was sick of the pain
Aye, this my theme song
Christian Dior ripped jeans on
She want a capital P
But besides me, I don't see one
I run up a rack like I'm on a mission
And then I re-run
I get to the bag like I'm a magician
Bitch, you ain't see nun
POOF