Signs (feat. Dro Kenji)

(Hahahaha, Nick, youre stupid)
I create all these signs, baby
I could tell that you stressin (Stressin)
They say that Im gettin lucky
I say this shit here a blessin
I wanna know if you ridin
I wanna know if you here to stay (Woah)
Know my niggas always slidin (Woah)
I live my life like Im dyin today
*** **, Im uppin that chop, not a fighter (Woah), yeah
We light you up like a lighter (Woah)
Bad ***** fell in love with my attire, yeah
She tell me what she desire (Woah)
I spent fifteen racks, aint nothin to me (Nothin to me)
They see Kap and they runnin from me (Running from me)
Know my shooters, they be gunning for me (Woah)
You was hatin but you turned to a fan (Woah)
Whole lot of racks, I be throwin the bands (Yeah)
Do I love you, baby? Well, it depends
If she boujee, Ima move to her friend
Take a private jet to Japan
Call up port any time I land
When she suck it up she usin no hands
She bag it up and she park it (What else?)
We gon ride to Neiman Marcus (What else?)
*****, Im the shit, I aint talkin no diaper
Im killing these niggas like Im Michael Myers (Woah)
She a model, she want all the designer (Woah)
*****, Im a G.O.A.T., I put that on my momma
Feel like Sosa, I aint with all the drama
She said my D is the bomb like Osama
She said my **** long like a tunnel
Play with Kap and Im uppin the chopper (Woah)
I create all these signs, baby
I could tell that you stressin (I could tell that you stressin)
They say that Im gettin lucky
I say this shit here a blessin (I say this shit here a blessin)
I wanna know if you ridin
I wanna know if you here to stay
Know my niggas always slidin
I live my life like Im dyin today (Yeah , oh-oh-ah)
*****, Im uppin that chop, not a fighter, yeah (Woah)
We light you up like a lighter (Woah-oh-oh)
Bad ***** fell in love with my attire, yeah
She tell me what she desire (Lets go)
I spent fifteen racks, aint nothin to me (Nothin to me)
They see Kap and they runnin from me (Running from me)
Know my shooters, they be gunning for me (Gunning for me)
You was hatin but you turned to a fan (Yeah)
Automatic, chopper built like a fan (Brr)
I aint finna play with a nigga (No-oh-oh, oh)
Im getting these racks and stackin it up real high
Yeah, the money long like my high (What? Oh)
Im gettin that sack, yeah, the ***** gon try all night
My ex-ho still want ****s with me
Ex-ho still want fight with me
My ex-ho still want **** with me
Left with me, I dont know nothing but **** over
Im so off of the vibe, I just dont wanna trust them
Look at me like I could bless you forever
I just made a [?] get cheddar forever
Speeding me, look at the diamonds
Get off a Perky, they hittin harder than ever (Oh)
I create all these signs, baby
I could tell that you stressin (Stressin)
They say that Im gettin lucky
I say this shit here a blessin
I wanna know if you ridin
I wanna know if you here to stay
Know my niggas always slidin
I live my life like Im dyin today (Woah)
*****, Im uppin that chop, not a fighter (Woah), yeah
We light you up like a lighter
Bad ***** fell in love with my attire (Lets go), yeah
She tell me what she desire (Lets go)
I spent fifteen racks, aint nothin to me (Nothin to me)
They see Kap and they runnin from me (Running from me)
Know my shooters, they be gunning for me (Gunning for me)
You was hatin but you turned to a fan (****)
Turned to a fan
You was hatin but you turn to a fan
You know I got bands
*** *ing in love, Im in love with the bands
Oh, all these bands
Look at guap, know you gotta go get these bands