Jelly Bean Colored Suits

I wear clothes that'll circle the globe

And write raps that make them out of your nose

I'm like a beara tone.

I take the Vegas trip man that's my favorite

I hit the strip like a sailor coming off a ship

I'm in the back of the car like a mafia don blowing weed wearing Louis vaton.

I'm like the diamond out of Africa

In the cheesecake factory talking loud like a pastor be.

I got wings that birds don't have and I fly like the birds don't fly

In the midnight kill an hour

I give my life to the holy kirran but it's way behind the god of khan in the sun of Milan.

Step back as I roll the bomb.

You might text but I wont respond

It's the blueberry

Going 90 down seminary Bumping the scarriac?

Because I'm so damn fresh yeah.

I wear rings like the young slick Rick and if I pawn them I can buy a brick

Feel me on that. I crack a smile like a cracked bottle I talk shit to all the poor damn strip models

I smoke weed like I won't get caught

I drive my car like I'm sellin' a yot

I'm always ask baby what you got

I'm always ask baby what you got

I'm always askin' baby what you got

Give it to me

I shoot thru like a free throw

I'm not high but people try to find me like Nemo

I wear the Sean john. The new white one

I'm from Frisco

Balcor, Barry bonds

Man let me roll the around it

Going up something like hydraulics

I be shopping on market

Yo anything fly in my sight is my target.

I like cars with the fresh leather I like them real tough

So I gotta call my Foid Mayweather

I eat the gummy bears buy shoes in double pairs.

Wife beaters under my shirt is what I gotta wear.

I chew now an laters and wear alligators be at the parties where you see all the ball players

Philmore days. Tahoe nights.

Man I be rapping just raise up the coke price

My closet looks like jelly beans from all the colorful suits that I got from the Philippines

I keep my nails clean

A little visene

I'm at the mesanino root boy yanah I mean?

I take it back like brown royal

Or for the stop homie

Turned it into a gym and win the pot foil

She like baby oil and a sweet sense

I like something automatic on the flight trip

And when it's automatic man you can see the cabbage

You can see it in my face

Man I'm extra manage

More new cars more fresh clothes

My deek is the code for the pesh mode

I like to laugh like the hyena

Cause every time I think I'm gonna lose I'm a straight cheater

I wear wife beaters at your pool parties

But i ain't Not getting my hair wet for nobody

I take off like a redeye

And I could shoot to la in atleast 45

Til the sunrise then we cut pies

And the girls only talk to the trick guys

I hit my lawyer with a quick bundle

Just to let her know sometimes a guard might be in trouble

I roll blunts in the backseat

And then I sit on that ass and I watch the whole track meet