[Verse 1: Everett Gibbons]
That’s on P-O-M-A-G-R-A-N-I-T-E
I walk up in my own show and still need to show my ID
I could fuck up on myself and get myself some Gucci teeth
But I still can’t get inspection stickers inside my SUV
Mama asked why I ever slowed it down
Y’all don’t wanna fuck don’t fuck around
I don’t bust I just buss her down
Not with the ice with a greyhound
I’mma change when this flame’s out
On the plane with a strange crowd
I’mma maintain on this same frame, go ahead and drain the bank route
Yeah I got burnt, right, money that they know they didn’t earn
Cliches won’t make classics though
Heaven or hell I’m getting’ turnt
That’s work that’s work, that’s for the low, but I ain’t sellin’ shit
Ask you what you need I need a raise, don’t have inheritance
[Verse 2: Té]
And I won’t stop ‘cause of funding
I’m tryin’a make sure my shit pop out in London
Tryna pop out in London like
Show me how y’all get it poppin’ on summer nights
And I can’t fuck with these rappers
They not even average, I can admit some are nice
But the truth is they love the hype
If she’s the truth then I’m cummin’ twice
There ain’t no rules to this kind of life-style
Strike out
How, she been open and hopin’ to bite down
Joe Rogan bitch you jokin’ I’m outta the town early
Body instrumentals ya temple I found, surely
No pause for the hater
Got a cop givin’ twat to my dog he a player
Player
Putting God in her hair ‘cause I swear tht her head is the rawest
I swear y’all are hard as the air
Man I swear to go hard as my dick in Tinashe
While hittin’ a passé, pause
Huh in the studio makin’ home movies I fuck her to Sade
Y’alll crazy as Kanye
Just enough crazy to say it, but not enough crazy to play it
You talkin’ that cash, cash better pay it
With all of that ass grabe the straw hit the gas and then sleigh it
And I won’t stop ‘cause of standards , I’m tryin’ make sure my shit pop in Japan and Altanta, Australia while diggin’ out Iggy Azalea
‘Til you get familiar
I’ll kill ya, I’ll kill ya, I’ll kill ya
I’m Freddy, I’m thrilla, I’m Reggie, I’m Miller
I’m heavily medded unsteady and plus I got felonies
They do not want me in Beverly Hills, brah
[Verse 3: JoeyRoxitt]
Hi they don’t say you wise
I don’t give a damn
Watch them diss
Talkin’ from the gram all about the glam
I don’t see you, and I ain’t gonna stop
Talkin’ all that shit
Smokin’ blicks in the parking lot
I’ma spark this shit
Like oh, I’m on high demand
Poppin’ once again I
When I woke, threw up on the chains
Pardon for the stains
Then I go with energy all of y’all are enemies
Ain’t never done shit for me
Never done shit for me
[Verse 4: Della Kinetic]
Run wit some riders who die for the clique
You thought I was playin’, but I’m in my lane
Stay outta my business while I’m getting’ rich
Beautiful rhythm like people I painted in my life as pillars
No liars, no bitches
And don’t play the dummy just act like you wit it
I see you on media watchin’ my shit
So you got an eye you could witness
Ugh
Livewire
Locked in the studio shit be my confine
Whacker rapper trynna see in my mind
Hometown throwin’ up them pom poms
But I never seen you in the crowd before
Now they know I got the sound galore
I got a vision of everybody in the clique
On compounds by the shore Yeah
This what I wanted I’m speedin’ I need it
We all celebratiin’ we heavily weeded
I’m poppin’ that Don P
For the weekend
Y’all gossip on shit like bitches
I’m flippin’ the bird and bounce like I’m hittin switches
I never really had the time for all of your whining and all of your issues
Ugh
90 percent of y’all talk about getting’ it, never want work at all
Follow me to my seminar
Simplest shit motha fucka stay on ya job
This a Pomagranite bomb bangin’
Nothin’ that’s worth it ever came lazy
Look at you lyin to ‘em fugazi
I am not fuckin’ wit rappers lately
