Larsa Pippen

Aye, Aye
I'm just tryna fuck Larsa Pippen
I'm rocking all that blue like I'm cripping
I'm on that monkey business bitch I'm chimping
Fuck her while she high she tripping
Kick her out the crib 'cause I'm pimping
Every time I speak she gon' listen
Staring at my piece it gon' glisten
She calling on the phone 'cause she miss it
She a perc addict
She fucking for a Birkin or a new Patek
Ion playboy like the rabbit

Feeling like MJ 'cause I'm sliding (Skrt)
And she want it now so I'm diving
And she wanna let me get inside it (Bitch)
Got thе bag on me and I'm sliding
I was like damn what the fuck arе we doing
Hop up in a Benz you in a Berwick
Getting this shit yeah I knew it
From day one yeah I knew it
Got the fucking bag in the back seat
2 Million cash up like an Athlete
And I'm always on a run no track meet
And I'm starving for this shit like I'm fasting

This a 3 peat got the heat no Miami
I live and breathe music, think 'bout it when I sleep
I see major things fuck a minor set back I'll be free
Posting up in the scene good music blasting
And the shawty's dancing all up in Cali
Everyday I keep moving forward without a single penalty
Tryna dodge the felonies
My pockets carry heavy things
Stainless steel card, told my bitch buy everything
At the mall get the Fendi or the Louis V
And I'm balling like Kobe Bean
RIP showed me that mentality, Yeah
This ain't no one week run Linsanity

You know how it be cheifing at the crib heavily
Kick her out the crib I ain't got no empathy
Fuck her all night 'cause shawty looking heavenly
Give her good D you could call me Patrick Beverly
Bitch don't question me this ain't no Jeopardy
Got a bad bitch out in Tennessee
And she wan' attend to me
And we sipping Hennessy
Nutted on her brain just to make sure she remember me