Allure (feat. Future & Mike WiLL Made-It)

Yo Hunt, pass me the Luar bag

We gotta make Nobu before 9 o'clock

Yeah

Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swipe the credit card, money on deck

Woke up in the Four Seasons, 30,000 ones in the Luar bag

Only thing you airing is a BnB, nigga, you ain't built like that

Take the sewer gang on a ski trip so they don't drill like that

Mama keep calling, say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that

I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel like that

I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in the back

Givenchy model giving me top, oh, nah, we can't post that

Nah, we ain't posting a lot of shit

We live real life, nigga

All of my niggas is clean, all of my bitches is mean

Getting it straight out the mud, investin' a mill' in the team

Diamonds that drip in the club, I came a long way from the building with fiends

Psycho was hanging with thugs and stashing the snub in 515

Well, I got something to tell you, Darold is living his dream

Pull up in a 'Gatti in front of the projects, I'm making a scene

Give all of my plaques to the hood 'cause it never meant nothing to me

Yeah, all of them trips out to Houston, I'm picking up pussy and lean

My daddy used to introduce me to killers that came out of Queens

Never meant to be a rapper, now I got a billion streams

Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swipe the credit card, money on deck

A hundred killers when I'm in the city, like they want my head (Pluto)

I'm just a street nigga, just rapping, my day 1's went fed (Pluto)

You done took a plea on my slime, won't be surprise if you ended up dead (Slatt)

I been going brazy in the trap, I need to take my meds (Let's go)

I keep body snatchers, kidnappers with me, that's a finnact (Let's go)

I put real trappers and real scammers on the mizzap

Say I'm the reason your lil' brother pop the Percs and sip that (Woo)

Gotta use a glove and mask to cook the fifth, yeen built like that (Drip)

5,000 shots at my show, they ain't built like that (Nah)

Done took a plea out on ya co-de', get killed like that (Wow)

You claim you slimin' niggas out, yeen built like that (Yeen built like that)

Signin' a statement, yeen my twin, why you cap like that? (Why you bappin'?)

I'm in the club, I got two Glocks while I'm strapped like that (Two Glocks)

I'm in the beam, I feel like Pac, gotta watch my back (Tupac)

You one of mines, you know you signed a Death Row contract (Chop that)

A hundred bloods, we mobbin' out, you think Suge Knight back (Freebandz)

Live from Atlanta, hit Allure, swipe the credit card, money on deck

Woke up in the Four Seasons, 30,000 ones in the Luar bag

Only thing you airing is a BnB, nigga, you ain't built like that

Take the sewer gang on a ski trip so they don't drill like that

Mama keep calling, say I'm disrespectful how I treat a mill' like that

I'm like Jesus in the trenches, swear I feel like that

I feel like Noah with a yacht, a few of them birds in the back

Givenchy model giving me top, oh, nah, we can't post that

Nah, we ain't posting a lot of shit

We live real life, nigga