Wimbledon Lyrics

It feels as good as it looks, trust me

I'm laying in bed elated

The haters are devastated

Y'all can't afford lawyers we educated

You backwards masturbators go ask for an affidavit

You'll get a sworn statement

That Black is not to be played with

I'm major, on my way to a thousand acres

In the distance, I think I can hear the faintest sound of haters

I'm at the top that you scale when your pounds weigh up

And we can't hear what you say 'cause you're out of data

Don't give these broke boys the WiFi code

My life is gorgeous as the wife I chose

Beretta rifle sight is how precise I flow

I do fly things 'cause that's the only life I know

Your thoughts are primitive

I'm sipping primitivo

A different kind of vino

We counting chips like casinos

Whip so cold that they think that I'm slinging kilos

Legal money, I been a G though

Went from strength to strength we bout to win again

With all my real brothers here

We been through thick and thin

From digging in a ditch to dishing dividends

Manicured lawns like Wimbledon

Went from strength to strength we bout to win again

With all my real brothers here

We been through thick and thin

From digging in a ditch to dishing dividends

Manicured lawns like Wimbledon

The more red tape, the bigger the black market

In the midst of a bad harvest

We sift through to pack barges

I'm seasoned, so I peep the grift of a scam artist

I kill it swiftly like 12 do a black target

Endless summers, everybody rise when son is up

Your runners up run is up, 'cause your pride's run amuck

No new challengers coming from all you sucker ducks

You knuckled up and got hit with a tiger uppercut

Look at you stalking me, fishing here trying to find a loss

You took a shot at the don but you got your timing off

My calm demeanor misleads you to think I'm kind of soft

I'll have to treat you like you're Hyman Roth

Your performance inspires the sound of snoring

I got the golden aura that all of you found alluring

I keep the faith, my favour's about to pour in

The cloth I'm cut from comes from the shroud of Turin

Went from strength to strength we bout to win again

With all my real brothers here

We been through thick and thin

From digging in a ditch to dishing dividends

Manicured lawns like Wimbledon

Went from strength to strength we bout to win again

With all my real brothers here

We been through thick and thin

From digging in a ditch to dishing dividends

Manicured lawns like Wimbledon