priv·i·lege Lyrics

I'm at your crib with your bitch

Everybody want a picture

She wanna drink what I pour up

She wanna suck me up

She only want me for the maeng da

I got two glocks, Tia Tamera

Hollows hit your head when I roll up

Got a V12 up in this big Raptor

Fuckboy what you think this is

Look my cup

This ain't no Tris

Robins on my Ass

Might put some Robins on my bitch

This that type of music

That you wanna get fucked up too

They be asking

"Choly, what the fuck you up to?"

I been stacking guap

Just mind your fucking business

Come get your bitch up out your crib

As soon as I'm done hittin it

Cause bitch I got the priviege

Your front door I be kickin in

Bloodstains on your carpet

And your face be looking shriveled in

It's maeng da in my cup

Boy you outta luck

Really with my dawgs

And we ain't give no fucks

Who you think you are?

We don't need that talk

I don't know her name

But she wants in my cup

Sagging down my ass

This BB just for show

She gon suck me off

And I'm gon make her go

Make her go

Your guap is always low

Your bitch like my RealTree

She wants my cock for sure

MossyOak my ass

Balenci on my Toes

RealTree on my body

BB That's on froze

Stacking all this guap

It's the shit I only know

Run up on me foolish

and I'mma up my pole

We gon leave you in the cold

Your bitch listen when I told

Sparking this shit up

And your name is what I roll