Serious All Caps

(I hear you, JAY C) ayy
(RJ always tripping, man)
You always tripping, RJ
(RJ always tripping, man) i'm tripping too
Ayy ayy
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga)

I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
Bitch scoring too
She can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch
Looking like a middleweight
How the fuck I'm out the way
But still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes
I ain't hitting eights

Handpicked fit from Saks
I don't need a stylist
Stop saying that you up
You ain't seen a island
Couldn't pass English class
Now I'm Visa writing
Stop talking APs, you ain't seen a
Speaking of AP, I just touchdowned
Gucci Gang on my feet, feel like Pump now
I ain't walk off the porch, boy
I jumped down
Looking like comic book off the Runtz cloud
Chilly moe, spent seven on Beluga Yeezys
Captain Save-A-Ho, boy
That bitch was super easy
Would talk about the opps but
They too benеath me
Bitch asked if I was TID
Through the 'oop to Sweezee
Spеaking of bro, the clip full of baldheads
Wizard Kelly to these hoes, I need all head
Pull a whole balance off, I need all bread
Stop talking 'bout, they all dead
Blowing Cookie, I look like a Japanese Korean
Got half off the banks, other half from Visas
Superpower with this punch
You can ask Vegeta
Fraud star, think I'm finna buy a scam arena
All rookie swipe team
Call me "Luka Trončić" bitch a hoochie
Gave her forty and she blew my Johnson
A thousand bucks for these bitches
These shoes ain't common broke-ass boy
Yo pops should've used a condom
Dropped a four and got some head
I'm finna hibernate bro hit the road
I had his back like a license plate
Thigh pad on me, it's a 49ers day
If they ain't have gun laws, I'll swipe a K
Huh, and damn near a rocket launcher too
Nah, for real
Slide'll knock the chimney off his roof
She gave me head, I look down
Thought I lost my shoes
Off White belt on, better be cautious, dude
"What is ShittyBoyz?", bitch
It's three scammers
Thousand dollar phone on me
Came with three cameras
I think we could stop Thor
With these three hammers
Walked in the store and I got
Rich off of three jammers
This white bitch gave me
Head for a Frappuccino
Yeah, I heard yo song but
I know it's capperino
Talk crunchy like I just ate a bag of Cheetos
Touchdown MIA, feel like Dan Marino
Valentinos on, got me feeling European
It's all bad if TrDee turn into a demon
Running errands in Dior
I'm turnt for no reason
Translate and Telegram, I plug German
Louis sneakers on my pivot, boy
That's French dressing
If she ain't throwing neck
She can't get a text message
Just scuffed the Louis
Now I'm Triple S stepping
Go and get a bag, buddy
That's the best lesson
It ain't a thing on my ass but the Ksubi tag
Scuffed the kicks and threw a fit
With my bougie-ass
Living Gucci out of town, in my Gucci bag
Drinking wine, getting head in a jacuzzi bath

I don't play games, I play with the cards
I'ma play with her then play with her heart
Bitch scoring too
She can play with the sparks
Put a hammer to his head, turn him to a shark
I don't play games, bitch, I ain't Triple H
Punch, punch, punch
Looking like a middleweight
How the fuck I'm out the way
But still in the way?
Only dunking foreign hoes
I ain't hitting eights