GIMMICK

Yeah Chorus This ain't no motherfuckin' gimmick Gimmick Win or lose, this ain't no scrimmage Win or lose Balmain my shoes and my fitted Damn Damn you fuckboys and you critics Critics Got the trap jumpin' like crickets Jumpin' out Lambo' truck look like it's kitted Skrrt Load it up, hit the block, spin it Spin it Loyal to my dawgs, we committed Committed Verse 1 Yeah Uh I told you none of my shit rented No They use the lingo I invented Yeah In this G6, boosted my adrenaline My adrenaline High fashion, feel like fly shit I'm chillin' in Fly My dawg down the road might have to kill again Kill Swear the finest hoes come out for Benjamins Fine We some dinosaurs, who think you bigger than Who think you bigger than This chain cost a quarter milli' Uh Condo sixty floors up, you can see the city High When the bitch let me fuck, she hate to admit it Uh Her shit wet when she bust, my shit sticky, sticky My shit sticky, sticky Yeah, I dig it, dig it Dig it, dig it Wanna bring your friend too, yeah, I'm with it, with it I'm with it, with it Nut inside, look like glue in your pretty kitty Uh My next signed deal, I'm spendin' a ticket, ticket Ticket, ticket Chorus This ain't no motherfuckin' gimmick Nah Win or lose, this ain't no scrimmage Uh Balmain my shoes and my fitted Fitted Damn you fuckboys and you critics Damn you fuck niggas Got the trap jumpin' like crickets Jumpin' out Lambo' truck look like it's kitted Skrrt Load it up, hit the block, spin it Spin it Loyal to my dawgs, we committed Yeah Verse 2 Love for 'em all Bossed up and gave a few bonds to my dawgs Bonds to my dawgs Fuck the jail system, man, fuck the four walls I feel like 2Pac, above all the law Yeah I pour a quick Dew up and let it dissolve 1017 Guwop, Backwoods look like logs Pull out that trench blazer, the end and the fall The web full of haters and internet blogs The web full of haters and internet blogs I'm way out in Greece, ain't receivin' no calls He disrespect, chop off his head with a saw Chop it off You look out 'cause you think a blessing involved Ain't none of these cheap, Chrome Hearts on my drawers She kissed on my cheek, I dug in her jaws Don't get on your knees, you ain't toppin' it off You niggas police and be tellin' it all Chorus This ain't no motherfuckin' gimmick Gimmick Win or lose, this ain't no scrimmage Scrimmage Balmain my shoes and my fitted Damn Damn you fuckboys and you critics Damn you fuckboys Got the trap jumpin' like crickets Crickets Lambo' truck look like it's kitted Kitted Load it up, hit the block, spin it Load it up Loyal to my dawgs, we committed 'Mitted