BACKEND DREW - Cycle Lyrics

I just got to head and sent her home she on her cycle
She do me foul I Jack her Son just like a Michael
Pull up on a nigga spin his block just like a vinyl
Chrome Heart hoodie got more crosses than the Bible

I just want the pussy I don't really want the title
Louis V bomber jacket Suicidal
Hoppin' out with sticks the whole gang moving tribal
Blocking bitches like LeBron in the Finals

And I ain't never like math but my jeans got KSUBI pluses
I got a bitch who use her mouth just like she pearling dutches
Somebody tell Houston it's a problem I don't check my texts
She do me foul I choke her out but I ain't talking necklace

If she ain't throwing neck I make her leave I make her hit the exit
All these blues verified you can come and
If she don't let me crack the first day I bet I hit the second
All these blues verified bitch you can come and check it

Before I buy a ho some clothes I got to see her naked
No matter how rich that I get I cannot stop finessing
Christian Dior's on my feet I'm like the a walking blessing
And don't get caught up out of bounds or I'm full court pressin'

I bought the Louis shirt to match the Louis fanny pack
The diamond chain on I just wish I had my granny back
For 25 I call the plays I'm the quarterback
You the type to never make no moves like a handicap

And these Amiri's not no Purple's can't you see the tag?
I spent a thousand on these shoes but I don't mean to brag
I'm Trevor Lawrence in the whip I'm finna crash the Jag
All these niggas surfing on my wave they tryna steal my swag

Ain't moving weight but I'm the type to flex boy
Do it like I'm Nike I'ma always get the Check boy
Since you balling go and pay yo momma rent boy
Car full of sticks we got more buttons than a sex toy nigga