Weekend

Yeah

This shit ain't for the weak man

You ain't gettin' money, you was ballin' for a weekend

Just gettin' started, already in the deep end

This just started, but I know it get deeper

Boy, I need a slice out this shit, like a pizza

Boy, that lil' hoe number red in my recent

She done fucked the whole city, how is she a keeper?

They walked him in the house, shit, it prolly was his people

Spent a half a ticket just on Wock', me and Keep Lean

Take a million Ls to prevail like it's easy

I ain't wanna do the song, I act like I was sleepy

Take a good bitch, make her bad, then release her

Main bitch got her own cash like Keisha

Bankroll pink and blue, ain't it like Easter

I'm in the ride with Ooch and Tuneski, SRT-ing

I got so many fuckin' sons, I need a blood test

Dog like eights on the 'Vette, man he scrubbin'

My pass like Leslie Jones, man, it's-

My cup a fuckin' pigsty, man, it's-

She call me, "Hey daddy", tongue out, that's Mrs. Pearly

Listen to this game, write it down and go study

Broke so many hearts, sorry bae, I'm not lovey

Girl, that ass big and it's soft like a loveseat

Cup is from Texas, my 'K is from Russia

Even though you let that nigga fuck, I still fuck with you

Even though you never wrote a rap, you a part of this

How that hatin' shit been workin' out? I'm just curious

Hoes mad as hell, they at work on they period

Still thuggin', I done touched a Mil', I'm nigga rich

Feel fresh to death, I'm a new box of cigarettes

Made a video with yo ho', rated triple X

Niggas servin' undercover cops just to get a flick

Haha, man, niggas servin' undercover cops just to-

Hold on

Niggas servin' undercover cops just to keep up

This not for keep ups, this money gone, the weak up

Niggas got the feds on they trail to compete with us

Rich off the fuckin' mumble rap, Veeze, speak up

Broke nigga, any chance you get, you better vote for Trump

Soft nigga, got the mag on you, still won't bust

Room full of money, face numb, like the coke rush

Whole bunch of bottles, and they red, it ain't cola

Take a brick of gold to the club just to hold some'

This ain't for the weak man

I'm ballin' year round, these niggas just weekend

Walkin' through the crowd, gerski scent

I give 'em what I can, but these niggas ain't appreciative

I produced all of this shit, I'm executive

Boy, I feel like Yao Ming height when I'm next to you

How you give your last to a hoe? Unacceptable

What you know 'bout stayin' above water, dog-paddling?

This shit ain't for the weak man

I'm ballin' year round, these niggas just weekend

These the white buffs, these the rich kids

These my own stunts, these- Jackie Chan

Smokin' on fettucine

Smellin' like Neymar walkin' through Neimans

Do my two-step, no reason

Little do you know, this my made-a-hundred-G's dance

Cup real black like Beenie Man

Fuckin' on her raw, man, I might need a B plan, nigga