"Bowling Stone" lyrics
Crack the seal, pour a drank for no reason
Real drank, can't cough, no sneezing
Moncler bubble, almost cold season
Nigga need some profit, cut the dope season
This shit ain't rerock
Nigga know I rock real, trappin' out my Reeboks
Beamer pants and a white tee
Nigga, he a wife-beater, but I'm too Peter
If you lost P, that what that mean
Ain't no off-season, bitch, get off me
These Céline jeans, man, you lost me
She said, "It's gon' cost me," I'm a boss, bae
I'm the type you don't ask, get a lunch date
These my feng shui
Roll my blunt, bae
Put tips on the toe, she get ate like an entrée
Catchin' plays on the West like Delonte
G's in the pints, serve a J like DeAndre
Nigga scared of that smoke like he on papers
He the type ho run off, we gon' go chase her
I ain't stun your lil' ho, she a throat giver
Nigga cap, they diamonds be fugazi
I just picked up five racks on 280
Not a rapper, I'll serve you a zip, baby
Shawty eat the shit up 'til her lip aching
Told lil' mama, "Come give me that milkshake."
Diamonds everywhere, I'm a rolling stone
Please don't run in here, shit like Home Alone
Jewelry went got a tan, it two-tone
Crank the whip, push the button, now the roof gone
Nigga still rock the shirt if I waste some juice on it
But I clean up nice, this no stain
Got my wrist in the pot like lo mein
So many blues in my pockets, shit look like a Colts game
Big Yay, that sound like a coach name
Huddle up, send you on a money route
Send the front end or Iain't coming out
Drop a bag, shit look like a haunted house
Stack this paper, be damned, I ain't running now
She want the racks, for real, no lie, I don't care for clout
Stay dangerous, fuck moving careful now
Hoe's everywhere, shit look like Hefner House
I ain't gonna say I be pimpin', but you know what I'm sayin, but I do something, do something for you
Don't tell nobody though
Crack the seal, pour a drank for no reason
Real drank, can't cough, no sneezing
Moncler bubble, almost cold season
Nigga need some profit, cut the dope season
This shit ain't rerock
Nigga know I rock real, trappin' out my Reeboks
Beamer pants and a white tee
Nigga, he a wife-beater
But I'm too Peter
If you lost P, that what that mean
Peter, no Griffin
Let's go missing
I'm turning
Tryna put you down
Come here, then she go missing
Better watch her
Better keep her close to you
Fall through, she bound to disappear
Ghost
Real drank, can't cough, no sneezing
Moncler bubble, almost cold season
Nigga need some profit, cut the dope season
This shit ain't rerock
Nigga know I rock real, trappin' out my Reeboks
Beamer pants and a white tee
Nigga, he a wife-beater, but I'm too Peter
If you lost P, that what that mean
Ain't no off-season, bitch, get off me
These Céline jeans, man, you lost me
She said, "It's gon' cost me," I'm a boss, bae
I'm the type you don't ask, get a lunch date
These my feng shui
Roll my blunt, bae
Put tips on the toe, she get ate like an entrée
Catchin' plays on the West like Delonte
G's in the pints, serve a J like DeAndre
Nigga scared of that smoke like he on papers
He the type ho run off, we gon' go chase her
I ain't stun your lil' ho, she a throat giver
Nigga cap, they diamonds be fugazi
I just picked up five racks on 280
Not a rapper, I'll serve you a zip, baby
Shawty eat the shit up 'til her lip aching
Told lil' mama, "Come give me that milkshake."
Diamonds everywhere, I'm a rolling stone
Please don't run in here, shit like Home Alone
Jewelry went got a tan, it two-tone
Crank the whip, push the button, now the roof gone
Nigga still rock the shirt if I waste some juice on it
But I clean up nice, this no stain
Got my wrist in the pot like lo mein
So many blues in my pockets, shit look like a Colts game
Big Yay, that sound like a coach name
Huddle up, send you on a money route
Send the front end or Iain't coming out
Drop a bag, shit look like a haunted house
Stack this paper, be damned, I ain't running now
She want the racks, for real, no lie, I don't care for clout
Stay dangerous, fuck moving careful now
Hoe's everywhere, shit look like Hefner House
I ain't gonna say I be pimpin', but you know what I'm sayin, but I do something, do something for you
Don't tell nobody though
Crack the seal, pour a drank for no reason
Real drank, can't cough, no sneezing
Moncler bubble, almost cold season
Nigga need some profit, cut the dope season
This shit ain't rerock
Nigga know I rock real, trappin' out my Reeboks
Beamer pants and a white tee
Nigga, he a wife-beater
But I'm too Peter
If you lost P, that what that mean
Peter, no Griffin
Let's go missing
I'm turning
Tryna put you down
Come here, then she go missing
Better watch her
Better keep her close to you
Fall through, she bound to disappear
Ghost
