Yeah, rollie' on my wrist, its way too p for presidential
I don't want your diamonds, she rock Gucci, Louis, or Essentials
50 Chains around my neck, I feel euphoric, can't face my mental
The way the chopper hit him in his stomach, it lit him like a candle
Yeah, I don't even need a pen or pencil this straight off the dome
I feel like Travis Scott when I pull up, tell her, pick up the phone
Scat packs and Trackhawks, it's singin' just like Post Malone
I feel like Sofaygo, I put my heart around this chrome
Told her, get away from me, knock her down like Ted Bundy
My lil' brother, he do not do track, but he love check runnin
Runnin' out to three songs, speedin' past the pad, punnin
I think that my bruh tryna catch a kill, cause he stay, head huntin
Yeah, why my bro stay, head, huntin, he tweak tryin catch a vet
I got a razor, tryna put that to yo head just like a vet
I had to get her off of me, she too annoying, just like a tick
I rock forces, Ferragami, I might mix it up with Rick
Yeah, mix it up with Rick Owens my platform, you can't stand on it
You can't beat me in a band for band and I can stamp on it
I might take her out to New London, drac on me, it's too funny
I might get your main bitch, outta town and take her to London
Yeah, rollie' on my wrist, its way too p for presidential
I don't want your diamonds, she rock Gucci, Louis, or Essentials
50 Chains around my neck, I feel euphoric, can't face my mental
The way the chopper hit him in his stomach, it lit him like a candle
Yeah, I don't even need a pen or pencil this straight off the dome
I feel like Travis Scott when I pull up, tell her, pick up the phone
Scat packs and Trackhawks, it's singin' just like Post Malone
I feel like Sofaygo, I put my heart around this chrome