NeverEnding Story II Lyrics

Yeah,

That Dior calling my name everyday, I'm 'bout to answer that bih'

Too much for a shirt, Momma'd be mad at me

Surround myself with dollars and nothing else, but the family

No room in the house, we was in the flats like Stanley

Put us in the hills, Barbados good for a plan B

I don't even wanna' do the show if it ain't a stampede

They say, "boy that's not how it goes," they ain't understand me

Texas boy, in my own bubble, I feel like Sandy

504 in the making

Pissy hallways, I was in that classroom stanky

I don't know the model, put premium in the engine

Luck dragon must be with me, story ain't end yet

Smoke give the munchies, but this shit making everything easier to digest

I got this Glock in my bed rest

Dog in my head saying, "boy you up next"

OG giving game like madden, but the plays ain't easy

Shorty make this feel easy, breezy, beautiful, Covergirl

Thinking crazy like, "let her have your baby, that way you can always fuck with her"

I'm authentic every time, 'cause I don't write nothing

Load it up and I'm Ali in his prime

Every line good for the 'gram, I don't give a fuck about the 'gram

You'll think your dog pushing a lamb'

Keep ya' eyes on the one say he real with you, lying to himself

Lies got a certain sound, I swear

My price went up, 'cause of bad habits

She see it and like it, then she can have it

I already feel like I'm a money-making magnet

But I ain't got at least three M's to show for it

Ritz crackers with the cheese ain't fancy no more

I stole my lunch, now White Stilton on the floor

Still a nigga from nothing, I'm 'bout to pick it up and stack all this shit

That Dior calling my name everyday, I might not answer that bih'

Momma'd be mad at me

Surround myself with dollars and nothing else, but the family

No room in the house, we was in the flats like Stanley

Put us in the hills, Barbados good for a plan B

I don't even wanna' do the show if it ain't a stampede

They say, "boy that's not how it goes," they ain't understand me

Texas boy, in my own bubble, I feel like—

504 in the making

Pissy hallways, I was in that classroom stanky

I don't know the model, put premium in the engine

Luck dragon must be with me, story ain't end yet

Smoke give the munchies, but this shit making everything easier to digest

I got this Glock in my bed rest

Dog in my head saying, "boy you up next"