Ima Show You (feat. Kodak Black)

Yeah, -, just talk for one man on the hook

You gotta welcome me home

Real gleeful, real seaful -

It's a glizzy at your -, man

When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi

I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley

I need two hundred bands, ni-, all 20

I'ma show you how to geek in the booth

I'ma show you how to geek in the coupe

Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too

I'ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby

I'ma show you how to creep on your boo

Let me show you how to turn your sad face to a smile

Let me show you how a real - really hold you down

Got to move to the next, 'cause you ex was a -

I don't got to tell you, baby girl, you know what's up with him

I can buy you rolls, nah, I buy you a Rolls-Royce (Phantoms)

I am not a trick but I feel you deserve one

I'm Big Gotti, I ain't - with you lil' - (I ain't - with you)

I'm Big Gotti, I got - in the penitentiary (my -)

I send them kites and I write 'em

I was there when they indict 'em

Even 'fore he wanted to fight 'em, that's my -, I'm just like him (yeah)

Welcome home, celebrations, here's a bag, no hesitation

You stood on the situation, 'cause we both knew what we was facin'

When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi

I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley (skrrt)

I need two hundred bands, -, all 20 (all 20)

I'ma show you how to geek in the booth (in the booth)

I'ma show you how to geek in the coupe (in the coupe)

Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too

I'ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby (how to do it)

I'ma show you how to creep on your boo (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I just traded in the 'Presi for the Richard

I just text my ex -, "I still love you but I won't miss you" (- I'm older)

Got a normal street -, if I kiss you, you the one

They say I'm trippin', 50-million dollar - totin' guns

I got mental issues

Yeah, I thought the street - was fun (crazy)

R.I.P to MO3 and R.I.P to Von (God bless)

I ain't rapped in six months, but I didn't touch a pack

I just bought a condo in Miami, shoutout to Ye

It's the Rolls, it's the Lamborghini doors, for me

Your - spoiled, she ain't loyal, and it shows to me

It just - to me

Boy, I'm trappin' out Dior, it ain't the clothes for me (it's the paper)

When I stepped up out the can, I was in all Fendi

I done traded in the Benz for a new Bentley

I need two hundred bands, -, all 20

I'ma show you how to geek in the booth

I'ma show you how to geek in the coupe

Girl, you know you wanna freak with me too

I'ma show you how to sneak from your dude, baby

I'ma show you how to creep on your boo