All Black

Tryna flex (yeah) told her gimmie neck (Yeah)

I'm a dog, but bitch, I ain't no pet (yeah)

I've been in my bag and now my pockets lookin' fat (yeah)

I've been in that Beamer and that bitch is all black

Pants a lil' tight, I got my money stickin' out

I can't text you back, she wanna talk it all out

I go stupid, I'ma wreck it, Wreck-It-Ralph

Your money short my money roundabout

My momma tell me I was really been a prodigy

Why she all up on my phone, why she keep callin' me? I need my wrist so cold, neck, up on so froze

I can catch a bow, Zaza now imma smoke