Mayors (feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan) [Bonus Track]

Yeah, yeah, yeah Young Gunna nigga Got Pablo, Pablo, Pablo with me, yeah, (Cap Jesus) yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales (out of bales) Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah (through the mail, yeah) I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player (I'm a player) Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah (a whale, yeah) Hundred thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young nigga can't even lie, I turned to a Slime (Slime, Slime) Everyday a nigga wake up, I got racks on my mind (racks on my mind) Yeah, it's loyalty I praise, stay true to my ties (to my ties) Thugger told me all these aliante and now it's my time I put on a Rollie, too much ice I can't even see the time (time) I'm on the lean, the Percs, and the Xans I think I'm losing my mind Stayed down on the grind, used to sell dimes Now my diamonds, yeah, they shine (they shine, ice) Got the mansion looking like a pop-up We got these bitches in line Double R wide body double park it Damn, that shit cost me a fine (a fine) Copped me a coupe, but went and blow the brains out Damn, this shit charge me a dime (dime) My Audemar perfect time (time) I fuck on her and she fine (fine) Young Gunna, he one of a kind (he one of a kind) I shine in a room with no lights I fucked that little bitch on the cam (bitch) Told her do it for the Vine (for the Vine) Fuck that little bitch in the mouth I fuck that little bitch in the spine Fuck that little bitch and get back on the grind What are the chances coming up from a dime I hang with the killers and robbers, my nigga Neighborhood and the slimes Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales (out of bales) Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah (through the mail, yeah) I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player (I'm a player) Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah (a whale, yeah) Hundred thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rocking Louis, Damier, yeah I fucked your bitch and I send her my mail, yeah I drink the lean, no beer, yeah Whippin' a buffet, I'm having bezels, yeah Free my cousin outta Telfare These niggas get locked up and tell, yeah I know when that shit can get real You didn't have the cash for your bail, damn Same spot that I'm living Trap rock, yeah, I sell that (trap) Your bitch, she's still on welfare (yeah) I'm the fresh prince of Bel-Air, yeah Water on me like I sail, yeah I'm 'bout to cop some veneers, yeah I dropped this all on the scale, damn Sip me some sip, pop a little pill Twenty thousand for the Plain Jane, Rollie out of bales (out of bales) Supreme gasoline, I can still get it sent through the mail, yeah (through the mail, yeah) I could fuck your bitch, take her home, leave her 'lone, I'm a player (I'm a player) Got some diamonds on my neck, dripping wet, I got water like a whale, yeah (a whale, yeah) Hundred thousand in my closet Designer all different pairs, yeah I walk in the bitch and I'm smoking that cookie You know I put it in the air, yeah Put ice in my watch and my bracelet Both from Cartier, yeah These bitches, they know I'm a player, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah