Imperative Lyrics

All this damn green, I think my pockets vegetarian

Catch me on the road, doing numbers like a mariner

Gotta make a mil before thirty, it's imperative

My bitch foreign with a bag, I think I'm scared of her

Take it off the rack, fuck the tag, I'm affording that

Didn't eighties tell you lil niggas it was more than rap

You can tie my hands behind my back, I was born to snap

I can't really to yo music, you was born to cap

Black amiri's on, and my shirt came from vlone

White buffs strong, these not the wires, these the buffaloes

Yo bitch a runner, how the fuck these niggas cuffing those

All white forces, you would see never a scuff in those

At the crib bussing bowls, All my niggas clutching fours

Bend it over touch them toes, Zip em up and send em home

Palm angels tech, in the summer like I missed the cold

I ain't never sitting on no work, I need my shit to go

AR fifteen this bitch bigger than clint capela

She is not a keeper, she be fiending for the mozzarella

M four coupe this bitch came with a black umbrella

Everywhere I go, I got a stick, I'm not lacking fella

Catch me in the city doing doughnuts in a five fifty

I think I love my bitch cuz she be shooting, and she'll drive with me

Only seventeen, getting high in continental bentleys

I ain't never have to spoil my bitch cuz she came with fendi