Lil Cease
Ayo
Ayo
Ayo, Comme des Garçons the only heart I got (ah)
Glock in the denim tears, eight-ball in my sock
I had no fear, I'm the illest nigga ever walked in Cactus Plant Flea Market
He tried to walk, we chopped his feet off him
Left his brains hangin' for a peace offerin'
Yo, wait, I bench press, then bust the duct tape, gave it swim lessons
Rubbed the Pyrex, took my second wish, I been savage
Trend settin', Wide Project trench with the twin 'Retas
Bentayga Veneta (Bentayga Veneta)
I got the bomb, baby, I got the bomb (ah)
Sasquatch to the roof, Vans on
I put money on your head, but I'm hands on (boom, boom, boom)
My shooter poppin' wheelies in Supreme Vans on
Hand in hands 'til the grams gone (ah)
The homie say I'm brazy, my Spanish bitch call me loco
Coco Chanel with the four-four, the high tops with the motos
You ever shot a whole block solo? Presidential Ro-Ro (brr, brr)
The FN shells crackin' ribs like coro (yo)
Ayo, it's the A-R-M-A-N-I Caesar, Leo (woo)
The flow is frío, so dope, could sell it by the kilo (yeah)
Tell 'em I want the smoke like I'm runnin' hot
Couldn't wait to see how I was comin' like a money shot (come on)
Bitches starstruck (uh huh), these niggas, they all lust (what's up?)
I come through, fuck up they swagger, they all stuck (haha)
They give me props 'cause I'm pretty and bossed up (uh huh)
Run the city like I'm Diddy, the hustle is all Puff (uh huh, take that)
On they neck, niggas, I'm up next (huh), really, I'm a vet (come on)
Cut the check, wanna talk or text, gon' be cashin' checks (what's up?)
Strip, rap, move a lil' dope, oh, she trap, trap (oh shit)
Cookin' up, sendin' brick money through the Cashapp (ah-ha)
I'm back, back, in my bag, bag (hah), bitches mad, mad (let's go)
Stack full of dubs, lil' boy, that's what I laugh at (ah-ha, hahaha)
Major cheese, major Vs (ooh)
Whippin' hoes in line, call me Major C (come on)
I be gettin' this money, call it major cheese (what else?)
Model type, lookin' right, no agencies (you see it)
DMH full of niggas wantin' dates with me (uh uh)
But it's money over niggas, I take paper, please (ah-ha)
Like Britney Spears, oops, I did it again (I did it again)
Shittin' on the very ones that ain't want me to win, fuck 'em (uh huh)
It's like I never got the joke, I'm always last laughin' (haha)
Armani here to stay, you bitches fast fashion
Writer/s: Alvin Lamar Worthy, Armani Caesar