Ti Geralde

Yuh, it ain’t rocket science
I got my heart set on something precious
With the peppers and the onions
More or less, I mean breakfast with the Steyr
Within an arm’s length, arsonists, protectors
Liars, vampires
Ini Kamoze in Japan with mad lion
Clients, pan frying
Fireball emoji with the Instagram diet, try it
Go head try it, Griselda on the bag man, buy it
Moschino Mighty Mouse casking
Golden Goose Francy, cloudy white canvas
You’s a damn snitch
You brought the feds to my momma house, ten deep
Cuzzo bust your head, but you talking 'bout «F me»
And you scared too
Big homie Tolly take it to the house he like, «Where to?»
Ha, these niggas terrible
Careful
You the best lord
You the motherfuckin' best lord
Forget about the rest lord
You the motherfuckin' truth
Yo, you ain’t never played no chicken catch a tory
Pitching dimes and some nickels with the pistol-packing shorty
Come meteoric, you mediocre, you had the Maurice
I had the Pradas with the air hole
The Fantasia Mickey Mouse Gabbana’s
Niggas wish they had a pair of those, ergo
I put that on my mama
I put that on my honor, we the shit
You had to switch me out of bed, well, there it go
In and out the building Mach Hommy
Prince attire, wavy ting
Haiti spring, we bout to kill 'em
(Haitian creole)
My Gucci pontu
Almost thought it was future, how I hit it with that bombu
My nigga frruck you, fuck you
Excuse a me (Haitian creole)
Mannn, light you up like some L.A. Gears
It’s all about the scado, the chabo, the lajan
When the sell ain’t square
I put my freedom, freedom up to a heathen
Then delete 'em, leave 'em, no rolling deep
Just slugs and shallow breathing
What was he interested in?
Money, money, and money
What about his wife, what was your impression of her?
She was even more greedy than he was himself
Because she had to catch up, you see?