Gene Simmons

(album: A Million Miles An Hour - 2017)

Push to start ignition with the heated seats, ooh
Rubber bands, yeah I keep that all on me, ey
It's all cash why the fuck I need a lease, ey
Digi dashboard we gon' catch a B, shawty
All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf
I been popping tags, throw it in the back, yah
Two seat, six speed, digi dashboard, yeah
Yeah, whip it like a Nascar

Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ey
Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah
Shawty wanna kiss like I'm Gene Simmons
Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons, yeah
Yeah, how the fuck I'm coming, bitch I'm coming clutch
You can't tell me shit, I'm that boy, go look me up, ey
Bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah
Ain't nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops

Rolling up the dub with these hoes, yeah you know
That I be rolling through the 573 with my bros
And I be smoking on some bomb ass weed with my woes
And I've been stacking up the paper with nothing but the flow

And you know, yeah
My only motive the money
Yeah, I hear 'em talking shit but they won't take shit from me
I got some weed in this dummy
I'm on the beach and it's lovely
I'm with a dime piece and she love me

And I ain't never worry 'bout the rest
I seen that shit and I wasn't impressed, nah, ey
Boy this cannot be your best
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah
I been bottle popping with my set, ah, yeah
All these rappers boring me to death, ah, yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah