My Alley

I'm ridin high down 85

We call it I-ocho cinco

In a orange & black gallardo

State troopers be screamin bingo

Chinchilla in my villa three hundred cash is my pillow

A gate with my initials and small militia with pistols

From Sun valley to Cali to poppin bottles in Dallas

From shootin dice in an alley to gambling at Caeser's Palace

When Gooch was playin trafficker niggas was playin Galaga

Can't be too specific my ticket was so spectacular

See I never been a stranger of sellin them white rectangulars

But i had to switch my angle 'fore snitches start pointin their finger, bruh

So while y'all gettin extorted and fakin like y'all importin

I got twin 40s on shorty I'll send yo bitch ass to orbit, Gucci!

First line I can't Understand

Sippin on top Sun Valley, Valley

Robin Jean, Tru's and Valleys

That's right up my alley, alley

Just came back from Dallas, Dallas

Now I'm going back to Cali, Cali

Pretty girls, expensive furs that's right up my alley alley!

Yo girlfriend I'm bout to pull her

Don't blame me man blame my jeweler

On my way to Bora Bora

She can explore like Dora Dora

No friends then I'll buy one for her

No clothes then I'll buy some for her

That's right up my alley alley!

These boys ain't on my level

I'm smoking kush by the elbow

In a mansion that's so big when I talk I can hear my echo

I'm upper-echolon watching Kobe take on Lebron

But you are lacking funds, can't be me ain't got the coins

I'm cooler than the Fonz just tryna off all the blow

So when you holla "I got the snow"

Pink diamonds for you haters we label

No they ain't able

Coke bottles on my table

And models be on my payroll

The goons that hang with me like to cut you up like a pizza

Boss bitches in my circle purse fatter than Queen Latifah

So don't chase waterfalls stick to rivers thats in ya city

And R.I.P. to Left Eye but Gucci necklace is chilly, Gucci!

I mingle with society, black diamonds match my tuxedo

I'm hot as a volcano these rappers are just mosquitos

Who'd ever think I'd get richer than slangin' kilos

My jewelry man's a weirdo, pink diamonds sit in my earlobes

VS is my preference, elegant while ya'll negligent

Candy kush and Hennessey make me feel I'm the president

Your boyfriend is a cornball, Gucci Mane I'm a mob boss

I don't call that a corn toss, ride off with him it's your loss

My body's like a novel so read it when I take my shirt off

And I'll always be icy my bracelet cold as a Smirnoff

Jump in my bird and merk off,

So pussy run off and jerk off

I'm still sliding through the six like my younger days droppin' work off