Mona Lisa

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (Getta Beats) Ahem Pew [Verse 1: StanWill] Catch him fishbowlin', we'll reel his ass in Get the lo' at nine, he ain't livin' past ten You ain't DSM, better not think your ass kin Only fuck Barbie hoes, boy, I think my ass Ken Skrrt the AMG, I done fucked around and spilled my pop Bro ain't got no screws left, he just wanna kill some opps Got your bitch reachin' for my dick, but she feel the Glock Throw your helmet on, boy, you really in the field or not? This a contact sport Keep a Glock on me, this ain't Mortal Kombat, dork You don't want your bitch fucked, better hide that whore Heard he gettin' off at three, we gon' slide at four [Verse 2: Tae Retro] Finna throw his ass a bullеt since he tryna intercеpt And this bitch talkin' foul in this new season tech Finna slide four deep like I'm finna run the rec Finna leave an opp holy, got him thinkin' that he blessed Huh, and I ain't talkin' biblical Why your bitch tryna check on me like a physical? Hit the stu', sacrificin' beats like a ritual He ain't shootin', he only talk about it, it's mythical Stan keep a nineteen tucked, not no Android Tron 'Wood stuffed with moon rock, call it asteroid She sendin' paragraphs, I can't read like I know Floyd How the fuck I'm bringin' checks in when I ain't employed? Let me hear that [Verse 3: BabyTron] Off-White tee, on the front, it's the Mona Lisa ENV and MSR, finna clone a Visa Fuck a Scat Pack, Hellkittys, we gon' roll in cheetahs Lanvins with the loose lace, these ain't no Adidas Fell asleep in Cali, woke up in Costa Rica Walk on stage, we gon' light up the whole arena Pocket full of Franklins, I don't know Aretha I'll bake 'em with this little blick, I don't know Anita Quagy-agy got my soda dirty Twenty-two, I'm young as hell, but bitch, this polo thirty (Brrt) If it's money on the floor, I'll show up early Put an RP in my Backwood and smoke a Perky [Outro: BabyTron] Shit, fuck