And with this ARP, anybody rest in peace It's Off-White on my sneaks and my shirt is
C'est La Vie you dumb you reach for me like 1, 2, 3, he on TV
Think this bitch here want my email, she keep sayin' double C
I trust in me, that's my belief We won't talk, so keep it brief
Roll G4 and cherry pie inside a honey berry leaf
I'm at the top where he can't see, bitch, I'm where they wanna be
Hit this bitch here from the back, she on the tiptoes of her feet
Bitch, I'm finna spin, drop the motherf*ckin' benz
Catch that nigga, take a pic, and crop that nigga out the lens
I'm bout my cash and dividends, niggas switchin' on they mens
He talk shit across the net, but when we bump, he make amends
And we don't care bout who he is, we get shit just like the fridge
We up poles and they gon' hit, we don't know shit about no smidge
I keep them hoes up out the biz, these 5'5'6''s be cravin' ribs
Pour wockesha, that's my choice of drink, I'm tryna crack the lid
This A.R.P. always ready, pussy and her shit get gushy
I was crackin' her for hours, got this bitch here walkin' crooked
I'm the villain, not no rookie, tell him, tap in, come and book me
And my A.R.P. a micro, but my clips still hold a fully, nigga
On God, on Jesus sandals, on, on, on, on, on
Everything that you stand for, on everything you believe
Everything you breathe, pussy
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And with this ARP, anybody rest in peace It's Off-White on my sneaks and my shirt is
C'est La Vie you dumb you reach for me like 1, 2, 3, he on TV
Think this bitch here want my email, she keep sayin' double C
I trust in me, that's my belief We won't talk, so keep it brief
Roll G4 and cherry pie inside a honey berry leaf
I'm at the top where he can't see, bitch, I'm where they wanna be
Hit this bitch here from the back, she on the tiptoes of her feet
Bitch, I'm finna spin, drop the motherf*ckin' benz
Catch that nigga, take a pic, and crop that nigga out the lens
I'm bout my cash and dividends, niggas switchin' on they mens
He talk shit across the net, but when we bump, he make amends
And we don't care bout who he is, we get shit just like the fridge
We up poles and they gon' hit, we don't know shit about no smidge
I keep them hoes up out the biz, these 5'5'6''s be cravin' ribs
Pour wockesha, that's my choice of drink, I'm tryna crack the lid
This A.R.P. always ready, pussy and her shit get gushy
I was crackin' her for hours, got this bitch here walkin' crooked
I'm the villain, not no rookie, tell him, tap in, come and book me
And my A.R.P. a micro, but my clips still hold a fully, nigga
On God, on Jesus sandals, on, on, on, on, on
Everything that you stand for, on everything you believe
Everything you breathe, pussy
C'est La Vie you dumb you reach for me like 1, 2, 3, he on TV
Think this bitch here want my email, she keep sayin' double C
I trust in me, that's my belief We won't talk, so keep it brief
Roll G4 and cherry pie inside a honey berry leaf
I'm at the top where he can't see, bitch, I'm where they wanna be
Hit this bitch here from the back, she on the tiptoes of her feet
Bitch, I'm finna spin, drop the motherf*ckin' benz
Catch that nigga, take a pic, and crop that nigga out the lens
I'm bout my cash and dividends, niggas switchin' on they mens
He talk shit across the net, but when we bump, he make amends
And we don't care bout who he is, we get shit just like the fridge
We up poles and they gon' hit, we don't know shit about no smidge
I keep them hoes up out the biz, these 5'5'6''s be cravin' ribs
Pour wockesha, that's my choice of drink, I'm tryna crack the lid
This A.R.P. always ready, pussy and her shit get gushy
I was crackin' her for hours, got this bitch here walkin' crooked
I'm the villain, not no rookie, tell him, tap in, come and book me
And my A.R.P. a micro, but my clips still hold a fully, nigga
On God, on Jesus sandals, on, on, on, on, on
Everything that you stand for, on everything you believe
Everything you breathe, pussy
Writer: ZeDrian Burrell
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