1500 for the Lanvins, with the thick laces
This freak bitch not tryna talk, she tryna get naked
I'm like f*ck it, let's drink bitch and get wasted
Open up yo' f*ckin' mouth, I'm nutting all on yo braces
K dropping this shit, don't like you niggas, think this bitch racist
Stop braggin' bout that lil' charger, man, that bitch basic
We ain't f*ckin' with them skats, that's a Bentayga
My main bitch cool, my side bitch look like Zendaya
O-On the, on the flo, sending shots like Jamal Crawford
Feel like bean you don't get no pass, I'm a ball hogger
I been sippin' all this syrup, I'm a bad cougher
You steady missin' all yo shots, you a bad baller
Runnin' up this pape every time that I get the chance
N-No, I'm not waitin' on my check, I need it in advance
You sittin' in yo crib sick, I'm doing what you can't
Like I live inside the woods, yeah, I stay with my camp
I know they sick of me, don't know how they feel cause I been gettin' off
Lately we been turnin' bitches up, so come f*ck with a boss
My bitch in her bag now
Know yo' bitch can't get involved,
F*ck the 50th floor, at Hibachi
You can the mall
Keeping heavy metal on me, I'm not Alice Cooper
And I'm the face of my gang, I feel like Larry Hoover
No, I'm not goin' for that bitch I let my brother do it
And I'm stingy with the drink, yeah I'm a drug abuser
I'ma put my brother on if he fall in that hole
Amit fit off the Lanvins, you still rock V-Lone
Not in the shooting out in traffic, I'm into kicking doors
Brodie said he want some hard work
I told him flip this bowl
I been stretching work nigga, my money elastic
My bitch, she a flirt, but in person she a catfish
Extended Gen-5 twerk when I tap switch
Yeah, she pretty but she ain't no good
Cursed with a bad bitch
Havin' too much fun in Miami, I'm my O.D
You askin' way too many questions, you the police
And if I send out any shots, you gon' know it's me
I'ma put a hollow in his head and make him go to sleep
You ain't gotta prove shit, I already know you cheap
I'm the youngest nigga ballin', yo' bitch can't get over it
They ain't never give a damn when I have cold feet
Better get your crew together when we roll deep
The godfather of this shit, Don Corleone
It's okay, be alone, but don't need a loan
Got a buzz, it's a light-year, don't know what he on
Hit the Club Amiri jeans, gold chain
Celine hoodie on
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1500 for the Lanvins, with the thick laces
This freak bitch not tryna talk, she tryna get naked
I'm like f*ck it, let's drink bitch and get wasted
Open up yo' f*ckin' mouth, I'm nutting all on yo braces
K dropping this shit, don't like you niggas, think this bitch racist
Stop braggin' bout that lil' charger, man, that bitch basic
We ain't f*ckin' with them skats, that's a Bentayga
My main bitch cool, my side bitch look like Zendaya
O-On the, on the flo, sending shots like Jamal Crawford
Feel like bean you don't get no pass, I'm a ball hogger
I been sippin' all this syrup, I'm a bad cougher
You steady missin' all yo shots, you a bad baller
Runnin' up this pape every time that I get the chance
N-No, I'm not waitin' on my check, I need it in advance
You sittin' in yo crib sick, I'm doing what you can't
Like I live inside the woods, yeah, I stay with my camp
I know they sick of me, don't know how they feel cause I been gettin' off
Lately we been turnin' bitches up, so come f*ck with a boss
My bitch in her bag now
Know yo' bitch can't get involved,
F*ck the 50th floor, at Hibachi
You can the mall
Keeping heavy metal on me, I'm not Alice Cooper
And I'm the face of my gang, I feel like Larry Hoover
No, I'm not goin' for that bitch I let my brother do it
And I'm stingy with the drink, yeah I'm a drug abuser
I'ma put my brother on if he fall in that hole
Amit fit off the Lanvins, you still rock V-Lone
Not in the shooting out in traffic, I'm into kicking doors
Brodie said he want some hard work
I told him flip this bowl
I been stretching work nigga, my money elastic
My bitch, she a flirt, but in person she a catfish
Extended Gen-5 twerk when I tap switch
Yeah, she pretty but she ain't no good
Cursed with a bad bitch
Havin' too much fun in Miami, I'm my O.D
You askin' way too many questions, you the police
And if I send out any shots, you gon' know it's me
I'ma put a hollow in his head and make him go to sleep
You ain't gotta prove shit, I already know you cheap
I'm the youngest nigga ballin', yo' bitch can't get over it
They ain't never give a damn when I have cold feet
Better get your crew together when we roll deep
The godfather of this shit, Don Corleone
It's okay, be alone, but don't need a loan
Got a buzz, it's a light-year, don't know what he on
Hit the Club Amiri jeans, gold chain
Celine hoodie on
This freak bitch not tryna talk, she tryna get naked
I'm like f*ck it, let's drink bitch and get wasted
Open up yo' f*ckin' mouth, I'm nutting all on yo braces
K dropping this shit, don't like you niggas, think this bitch racist
Stop braggin' bout that lil' charger, man, that bitch basic
We ain't f*ckin' with them skats, that's a Bentayga
My main bitch cool, my side bitch look like Zendaya
O-On the, on the flo, sending shots like Jamal Crawford
Feel like bean you don't get no pass, I'm a ball hogger
I been sippin' all this syrup, I'm a bad cougher
You steady missin' all yo shots, you a bad baller
Runnin' up this pape every time that I get the chance
N-No, I'm not waitin' on my check, I need it in advance
You sittin' in yo crib sick, I'm doing what you can't
Like I live inside the woods, yeah, I stay with my camp
I know they sick of me, don't know how they feel cause I been gettin' off
Lately we been turnin' bitches up, so come f*ck with a boss
My bitch in her bag now
Know yo' bitch can't get involved,
F*ck the 50th floor, at Hibachi
You can the mall
Keeping heavy metal on me, I'm not Alice Cooper
And I'm the face of my gang, I feel like Larry Hoover
No, I'm not goin' for that bitch I let my brother do it
And I'm stingy with the drink, yeah I'm a drug abuser
I'ma put my brother on if he fall in that hole
Amit fit off the Lanvins, you still rock V-Lone
Not in the shooting out in traffic, I'm into kicking doors
Brodie said he want some hard work
I told him flip this bowl
I been stretching work nigga, my money elastic
My bitch, she a flirt, but in person she a catfish
Extended Gen-5 twerk when I tap switch
Yeah, she pretty but she ain't no good
Cursed with a bad bitch
Havin' too much fun in Miami, I'm my O.D
You askin' way too many questions, you the police
And if I send out any shots, you gon' know it's me
I'ma put a hollow in his head and make him go to sleep
You ain't gotta prove shit, I already know you cheap
I'm the youngest nigga ballin', yo' bitch can't get over it
They ain't never give a damn when I have cold feet
Better get your crew together when we roll deep
The godfather of this shit, Don Corleone
It's okay, be alone, but don't need a loan
Got a buzz, it's a light-year, don't know what he on
Hit the Club Amiri jeans, gold chain
Celine hoodie on
Writer: Girl Siah, Ajay Solo, Ypn Zay
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