All Day Lurkin Songtext

[..] family crib, oh
Two hundred twenty thousand, spent that on designer cloth
Most likely in 'em project houses with the finest ho
Look like a nigga hit the lotto with this bankroll
Hand on the Glock, we hit they corner like you ain't know
I can't fold, I'm way too solid like a brick
What you ain't know, half of them got knocked off by the clique
Revolvers, we got plenty
Fuck a Tahoe, Lamborghini
A [Lageta Kichkimi?], bitch, I'm ballin', know I ring