BmoeJr - Myself Lyrics

Cake in the safe, stash away until I'm rich K- ready to slay, word to my DJ in the mix
Four in a baby, okay, I'm a babysit Neck lit like a fire pit, ain't that some shit
I like my chains in multiple layers Like I'm Slick Rick, designer denim
I'm only up in them if they slim fit Drippy when I rip the runway, kill em slit wrist

Wrists Comp died, no longer alive, check off my hit
List If my kicks ain't high-end, it's a check
On the side of them hoes I got blow white snow you wanna powder your nose Say my name five times like Candyman

Multiple flavors, different strains, serve em hand to hand
Thick bitch, hips, ass, and tits work stashed in the crack of her ass, them chicklets
Nigga, lil' shit, stoppin' only big Shit poppin' round here, BMOEJR., I'm the shit
Down here I ain't ah drinker, but I drunk anyway

Now I can't help myself Play with them cars that I dealt myself
When you gangsta like Gambino, and always kelp it a cino
No ref, but official, so I rep myself I guess he think I'ma let him slide
Like I ain't gon' ride, oh well I'ma show him when I step myself

No wasted thick thighs, shawty look me in my eyes I melt, sucked it so good, my soul left myself
Alright, flocka hit the hood and turn them boys into the boogeyman
Cautious when I jug lifestyle, of a pusher man
Sesame Street jumpin', Kermit, I'm the cookie man

Fiends on repeat comin' back to back like pussy man
Skeet, skeet, suck beat, suck skeet, she advanced
This shit funny, all this started with a dance Told her straight up, I just wanna f*ck
Ain't tryna be a man, holler lights camera action, let's do it for only fans

Then I skate on her like I'm in a pair of Vans bag, a bitch like a junkie
Walkin' round, bagging' up cans Only took one glance at a rock star
Now she tryna lock a nigga up Like I'm cuffed in a cop car
Yatted up, dreads like a rasta, no patois Hit my lil' bruh up, like where you at, he say the rock bar

Just cross sample, I'ma pull up in a minute In a foreign limited edition, every window tinted
I ain't a drinker, but I drunk anyway, now I can't help myself
Play them cards that I dealt myself
When you gangster like Gambino and always kelp it a cino no ref

But official, so I rep myself I guess he think I'ma let him slide
Like I ain't gon' ride, oh well I'ma show him when I step myself
No waist thick thighs, shawty look me in my eyes, I melt
Sucked it so good, my soul left myself