Ye Ali - Visuals lyrics

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(Verse)

I wake up and see the realest of nigga visions

Bitches with fat asses, and A-cups with no makeup

Why is it always the fake fucks that got they cake up?

Real niggas still waitin' for they break, bruh

It was April, and I was thinking about May bucks

Tryna figure out how I'ma cop that Maybach

But you still gotta pay for the chauffeur

You still need diamond grills, and more fur

You still need to be able to throw a stack at yo main bitch and be like 'hoe splurge'

On couture

Oh word?

Niggas chasin' that Yeezy level, but

We achieving that deity level

That, that, that encyclopedia level

That, you could break it down to me and I'ma still dig you without even needin' no shovel, level

Give me medium treble and a Rolley with a premium bezzle

Please, that syrup in her cup ain't aunt Jemima

She wouldn't suck me up, just gave me straight vagina

Iain even know you hoes still existed

Girl my dick clean

Get this pole a licking of your own conviction

I am embolden bitches with the coldest scripture

That's corrosive pimpin', ?

She reached in her bag and pulled out four mollies

And her shoes was Cavalli's

(Verse: YE Ali)

Flow's godly, I'm bein' modest

If I had one wish, I'd bring back Big Poppa

I'm Gucci down to the socks, bro

My music's like heavy metal and opera

World on my shoulders, I'm bout to shot put

Who know where we goin', I'm not the driva

They say god got a master plan

Well I need a fucking crib that got a master bath

And a bachelor pad

And a launching pad

I called destiny, but she ain't call me back

I really wish I was still a kid

I had one hobby, now that's my job and shit

But I'm not complainin'

I'm on this airplane

I think we goin' to Thailand

Get clothes and you're invited

To a place where everything

Is so enjoyable

The bullshit stops here

Baby, where you goin'?