still prevail

Yeah Yeah Yeah Sippin' OJ in the Cris' Model with me and she lit Black leather Vetement trench Thousands gon' go on my wrist This bitch drankin' me, she a fish They soft that they swivel, don't stick I can do a lot of things but don't miss Your baby mama know that I'm it I fuck on her, never want lip She call for a friend for some help Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player All this salt only killin' the snails Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail It's some G33 l inhale Man, I pray all my niggas is well And I told you I still will prevail Come on, ain't tryna be late Got a show, l'ma go cross-state We could creep and be well out thе way Pick a time and a place I done seen how niggas switch sidеs I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight" Bitch bad, got a gap through her thighs She fine, okay They still gotta pay us I took her to Zales I cut like a flair Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link I clear all the tabs They pay for their abs I put faith in my craft And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts On the grind, I'm knee-deep These rhymes paid all my lease She fine, speakin' in Greek With vibes, we out in Greece High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky, you know I get fleek Yo, slide Sippin' OJ in the Cris' Model with me and she lit Black leather Vetement trench Thousands gon' go on my wrist This bitch drankin' me, she a fish They soft that they swivel, don't stick I can do a lot of things but don't miss Your baby mama know that I'm it I fuck on her, never want lip She call for a friend for some help Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player All this salt only killin' the snails Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail It's some G33 l inhale Man, I pray all my niggas is well And I told you I still will prevail Thank the Lord, I don't take it for granted I can pop on a whole 'nother planet I love fuckin' my bitch 'cause I'm mannish I love watchin' her take off her panties I know some of you niggas can't stand it Ain't gon' get it, that nigga still havin' Love to see me, they seein' what's happenin' They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready She with it, I don't gotta say it I don't figured you know how to play it I'm all on they radar I'm high-key that nigga for real Keep workin', it pay off You spend it however you feel I can't take a day off I'm plantin' more seeds in the field Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill No lie, this energy real Rhyme geekin' on Landin' in Beverly Hills Out my mind Half a mil' for my bills That's why I grind Fuck how a nigga feel Sippin' OJ in the Cris' Model with me and she lit Black leather Vetement trench Thousands gon' go on my wrist This bitch drankin' me, she a fish They soft that they swivel, don't stick I can do a lot of things but don't miss Your baby mama know that I mean it I fuck on her, never want lip She call for a friend for some help Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player All this salt only killin' the snails Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail It's some G33 l inhale Man, I pray all my niggas is well And I told you I still will prevail