Givenchy stepping
On all my f*cking toes
Gotta keep a weapon
Because half your homies hoes
Gotta take a second
Damn this dope give me hope
And i feel a presence
It's angels on my shoulders
Staring at the crescent
Moon posted smoking odor
Gotta stay f*cking positive
I done lost a lot of homies to a lot of shit
No ones really real just the f*cking opposite
Bitch I'm walking in my Louis's getting complements
From your bitch she trying to screw me she get constant dick
Damn I break her back and then I f*cking break her hip
Now I'm posted laying back while she give me lip
I need new drip
Black Bugatti's
Packing up our Louis luggage matching with my shoddy
Now we fooling
Sip Bacardi
Laid back cooling writing music drinking saucy
Can't wait to walk in that store
Bands hanging out spending some more
Everything I touch turns to gold
Everything I touch turns to gold
Now I'm trying to sell my pack on the corner
Been struggling they pass like Kurt Warner
On the street I've been hustling for weeks
Trying to find god trying to find my peace
Givenchy stepping
On all my f*cking toes
Gotta keep a weapon
Because half your homies hoes
Gotta take a second
Damn this dope gives me hope
And i feel a presence
It's angels on my shoulders
Staring at the crescent
Moon posted smoking odor
Gotta stay f*cking positive
I done lost a lot of homies to a lot of shit
No ones really real just the f*cking opposite
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Givenchy stepping
On all my f*cking toes
Gotta keep a weapon
Because half your homies hoes
Gotta take a second
Damn this dope give me hope
And i feel a presence
It's angels on my shoulders
Staring at the crescent
Moon posted smoking odor
Gotta stay f*cking positive
I done lost a lot of homies to a lot of shit
No ones really real just the f*cking opposite
Bitch I'm walking in my Louis's getting complements
From your bitch she trying to screw me she get constant dick
Damn I break her back and then I f*cking break her hip
Now I'm posted laying back while she give me lip
I need new drip
Black Bugatti's
Packing up our Louis luggage matching with my shoddy
Now we fooling
Sip Bacardi
Laid back cooling writing music drinking saucy
Can't wait to walk in that store
Bands hanging out spending some more
Everything I touch turns to gold
Everything I touch turns to gold
Now I'm trying to sell my pack on the corner
Been struggling they pass like Kurt Warner
On the street I've been hustling for weeks
Trying to find god trying to find my peace
Givenchy stepping
On all my f*cking toes
Gotta keep a weapon
Because half your homies hoes
Gotta take a second
Damn this dope gives me hope
And i feel a presence
It's angels on my shoulders
Staring at the crescent
Moon posted smoking odor
Gotta stay f*cking positive
I done lost a lot of homies to a lot of shit
No ones really real just the f*cking opposite
On all my f*cking toes
Gotta keep a weapon
Because half your homies hoes
Gotta take a second
Damn this dope give me hope
And i feel a presence
It's angels on my shoulders
Staring at the crescent
Moon posted smoking odor
Gotta stay f*cking positive
I done lost a lot of homies to a lot of shit
No ones really real just the f*cking opposite
Bitch I'm walking in my Louis's getting complements
From your bitch she trying to screw me she get constant dick
Damn I break her back and then I f*cking break her hip
Now I'm posted laying back while she give me lip
I need new drip
Black Bugatti's
Packing up our Louis luggage matching with my shoddy
Now we fooling
Sip Bacardi
Laid back cooling writing music drinking saucy
Can't wait to walk in that store
Bands hanging out spending some more
Everything I touch turns to gold
Everything I touch turns to gold
Now I'm trying to sell my pack on the corner
Been struggling they pass like Kurt Warner
On the street I've been hustling for weeks
Trying to find god trying to find my peace
Givenchy stepping
On all my f*cking toes
Gotta keep a weapon
Because half your homies hoes
Gotta take a second
Damn this dope gives me hope
And i feel a presence
It's angels on my shoulders
Staring at the crescent
Moon posted smoking odor
Gotta stay f*cking positive
I done lost a lot of homies to a lot of shit
No ones really real just the f*cking opposite
Writer: Logan Shosted
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