Evisu Fiend - Father

Big ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans

Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket

Ho reach in, play with my peen

Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend

Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams

Put that dough through the money machine

Front page magazine with the sack on me

Her titties keep poppin' out

Pack in my pants keep poppin' out

Home playin' with her puss, I ain’t poppin' out

Let me see that big ass, pop it out

I’ll cut a nigga coke with the panko

I’ll do anything for the bankroll

Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on

Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on

Evisu fiend, fancy king, sippin' that Riesling, pinky ring

Bitch, fuck you mean, you ain’t suckin' no ding-a-ling?

Bad dream?

I don’t have no bad dreams, just bag dreams

Black jean, Hardy Boy, yo ho, uh-huh, yeah, tag team

Bag team, rack team, tag team champs, yeah

Strap team, lap, leave yo whole damn team damp, yeah

Fuckin' with them starlets and them harlots, we some tramps, yeah

Pull up in the Subie with the drop glow, we gon' lap ya

Big ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans

Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket

Ho reach in, play with my peen

Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend

Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams

Put that dough through the money machine

Front page magazine with the sack on me

Her titties keep poppin' out

Pack in my pants keep poppin' out

Home playin' with her puss, I ain’t poppin' out

Let me see that big ass, pop it out

I’ll cut a nigga coke with the panko

I’ll do anything for the bankroll

Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on

Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on

I got all my rings on, I got all my chains on

Everything is my own, look at my bitch, she homegrown

Look at my fruit, it’s homegrown, all of my niggas minds gone

Look at these plates, these lines gone, everybody goin' home

Little ass chain on, look at these big ass jeans

Deep ass pockets, bitch, hole my rocket

Ho reach in, play with my peen

Neck on igloo, Evisu fiend

Pack in my pant, 'bout to pop my seams

Put that dough through the money machine

Front page magazine with the sack on me

Her titties keep poppin' out

Pack in my pants keep poppin' out

Home playin' with her puss, I ain’t poppin' out

Let me see that big ass, pop it out

I’ll cut a nigga coke with the panko

I’ll do anything for the bankroll

Cartier frames on, little ass shirt on

Big ass chain on, I got all my rings on