Yeah
She got on Maison Margiela
She let me f*ck her whenever
Yeah, that bitch stay telling lies
But really, I ain't no better
Got my hand on my Beretta
These diamonds cold like December
I get the bag and I run
Your bitch keep sending love letters
Yeah, do what I want, her man's wish he could be like us
Yeah
Choppa gonna spark in the dark, bullet proof vest to protect my heart
Yeah
Troubled ass kid like Bart, since a kid they said I wouldn't go far
Yeah
Now I be rocking chrome hearts, double C on my waist, did this shit from the start
Yeah, Ooh
Yeah, pop me a ten and I pass out
Hop in that coupe, drive that shit like I'm racing, I really hope I do not crash now
Yeah, hop in that bitch, slay that pussy like Jason, that bitch really calling to smash now
Yeah, bitch, I've always been something, you've always been nothing, I've always been the type to stand out
Yeah, hop in a Porsche with that bitch, she a whore, yeah I whip the rental like bought it
Yeah, hundred my dash, I hope we don't crash, we both off the molly feelin' nauseous
Yeah, got too much money, rock designer only, I be doin' this shit too often
Yeah, bitch give me top, yeah her jaw finna lock, but on camera, she be actin' godsent
Huh, bitch I don't take no uppers
If they ain't a downer, the deal is off
Huh, bitch we getting high all summer
The seal on the Tris, I'm peeling off
Huh, Balenci' all over my runners
Bitch I'm chasin' paper while they wanna talk
Huh, I heard you tell her you love her
While she in my crib and I'm hittin' it raw
Yeah
She got on Maison Margiela
She let me f*ck her whenever
Yeah, that bitch stay telling lies
But really, I ain't no better
Got my hand on my Beretta
These diamonds cold like December
I get the bag and I run
Your bitch keep sending love letters
Yeah, do what I want, her man's wish he could be like us
Yeah
Choppa gonna spark in the dark, bullet proof vest to protect my heart
Yeah
Troubled ass kid like Bart, since a kid they said I wouldn't go far
Yeah
Now I be rocking chrome hearts, double C on my waist, did this shit from the start
Yeah
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Yeah
She got on Maison Margiela
She let me f*ck her whenever
Yeah, that bitch stay telling lies
But really, I ain't no better
Got my hand on my Beretta
These diamonds cold like December
I get the bag and I run
Your bitch keep sending love letters
Yeah, do what I want, her man's wish he could be like us
Yeah
Choppa gonna spark in the dark, bullet proof vest to protect my heart
Yeah
Troubled ass kid like Bart, since a kid they said I wouldn't go far
Yeah
Now I be rocking chrome hearts, double C on my waist, did this shit from the start
Yeah, Ooh
Yeah, pop me a ten and I pass out
Hop in that coupe, drive that shit like I'm racing, I really hope I do not crash now
Yeah, hop in that bitch, slay that pussy like Jason, that bitch really calling to smash now
Yeah, bitch, I've always been something, you've always been nothing, I've always been the type to stand out
Yeah, hop in a Porsche with that bitch, she a whore, yeah I whip the rental like bought it
Yeah, hundred my dash, I hope we don't crash, we both off the molly feelin' nauseous
Yeah, got too much money, rock designer only, I be doin' this shit too often
Yeah, bitch give me top, yeah her jaw finna lock, but on camera, she be actin' godsent
Huh, bitch I don't take no uppers
If they ain't a downer, the deal is off
Huh, bitch we getting high all summer
The seal on the Tris, I'm peeling off
Huh, Balenci' all over my runners
Bitch I'm chasin' paper while they wanna talk
Huh, I heard you tell her you love her
While she in my crib and I'm hittin' it raw
Yeah
She got on Maison Margiela
She let me f*ck her whenever
Yeah, that bitch stay telling lies
But really, I ain't no better
Got my hand on my Beretta
These diamonds cold like December
I get the bag and I run
Your bitch keep sending love letters
Yeah, do what I want, her man's wish he could be like us
Yeah
Choppa gonna spark in the dark, bullet proof vest to protect my heart
Yeah
Troubled ass kid like Bart, since a kid they said I wouldn't go far
Yeah
Now I be rocking chrome hearts, double C on my waist, did this shit from the start
Yeah
She got on Maison Margiela
She let me f*ck her whenever
Yeah, that bitch stay telling lies
But really, I ain't no better
Got my hand on my Beretta
These diamonds cold like December
I get the bag and I run
Your bitch keep sending love letters
Yeah, do what I want, her man's wish he could be like us
Yeah
Choppa gonna spark in the dark, bullet proof vest to protect my heart
Yeah
Troubled ass kid like Bart, since a kid they said I wouldn't go far
Yeah
Now I be rocking chrome hearts, double C on my waist, did this shit from the start
Yeah, Ooh
Yeah, pop me a ten and I pass out
Hop in that coupe, drive that shit like I'm racing, I really hope I do not crash now
Yeah, hop in that bitch, slay that pussy like Jason, that bitch really calling to smash now
Yeah, bitch, I've always been something, you've always been nothing, I've always been the type to stand out
Yeah, hop in a Porsche with that bitch, she a whore, yeah I whip the rental like bought it
Yeah, hundred my dash, I hope we don't crash, we both off the molly feelin' nauseous
Yeah, got too much money, rock designer only, I be doin' this shit too often
Yeah, bitch give me top, yeah her jaw finna lock, but on camera, she be actin' godsent
Huh, bitch I don't take no uppers
If they ain't a downer, the deal is off
Huh, bitch we getting high all summer
The seal on the Tris, I'm peeling off
Huh, Balenci' all over my runners
Bitch I'm chasin' paper while they wanna talk
Huh, I heard you tell her you love her
While she in my crib and I'm hittin' it raw
Yeah
She got on Maison Margiela
She let me f*ck her whenever
Yeah, that bitch stay telling lies
But really, I ain't no better
Got my hand on my Beretta
These diamonds cold like December
I get the bag and I run
Your bitch keep sending love letters
Yeah, do what I want, her man's wish he could be like us
Yeah
Choppa gonna spark in the dark, bullet proof vest to protect my heart
Yeah
Troubled ass kid like Bart, since a kid they said I wouldn't go far
Yeah
Now I be rocking chrome hearts, double C on my waist, did this shit from the start
Yeah
Writer: Isaac Rivas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid