Told her what's up
And now she tryna chill
I'm showing my racks
And I keep it for real
I told all my dogs
Let's just keep stacking bills
Finish line ain't at the top of the hill
I hope answers finally reveal
Holding my cross and I wanna prevail
Young kid from chino hills
Nobody nobody knows how I feel
Boutta crack the seal
Keep a 50-50 deal
Give my life to this wave
Keep those photos you got saved
100bands tomake you go away
Yk shawty I don't play
Got my Draco and it spray
You don't wanna die today
Grey skis at your wedding day
Bottle feeling like I'm boutta elevate
Chris angel wanna levitate
Like my paper straight
30 on me if you feel a way
Like the way your skin feels on my body
I keep f*ckin you this shit feels like hobby
I wanna f*ck you so bad
That shit tearing me up
I wanna f*ck my bitch in some Gucci slides
Like future did when he f*cked Scottie pippins wife
Go band for band with me
You a fan of a fan with me
Treat her like everything
So we can make a memory
And I hope she remember me
I mean How could you forget me
Cuz I don't forgot bout you
Told her what's up
And now she tryna chill
I'm showing my racks
And I keep it for real
I told all my dogs
Let's just keep stacking bills
Finish line ain't at the top of the hill
I hope answers finally reveal
Holding my cross and I wanna prevail
Young kid from chino hills
Nobody nobody knows how I feel
Boutta crack the seal
Keep a 50-50 deal
Give my life to this wave
Keep those photos you got saved
100bands tomake you go away
Yk shawty I don't play
Got my Draco and it spray
You don't wanna die today
Grey skis at your wedding day
Bottle feeling like I'm boutta elevate
Chris angel wanna levitate
Like my paper straight
30 on me if you feel a way
It's not my fault it's all you
You said you wanted the truth
Go ahead and point your finger in my face like I don't tell you
That you were just a bitch
I didn't want nothing to do with you yeah
I'm just focused on my bag
It's getting real sad
That you think you like me
But you don't fight for me yeah
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Told her what's up
And now she tryna chill
I'm showing my racks
And I keep it for real
I told all my dogs
Let's just keep stacking bills
Finish line ain't at the top of the hill
I hope answers finally reveal
Holding my cross and I wanna prevail
Young kid from chino hills
Nobody nobody knows how I feel
Boutta crack the seal
Keep a 50-50 deal
Give my life to this wave
Keep those photos you got saved
100bands tomake you go away
Yk shawty I don't play
Got my Draco and it spray
You don't wanna die today
Grey skis at your wedding day
Bottle feeling like I'm boutta elevate
Chris angel wanna levitate
Like my paper straight
30 on me if you feel a way
Like the way your skin feels on my body
I keep f*ckin you this shit feels like hobby
I wanna f*ck you so bad
That shit tearing me up
I wanna f*ck my bitch in some Gucci slides
Like future did when he f*cked Scottie pippins wife
Go band for band with me
You a fan of a fan with me
Treat her like everything
So we can make a memory
And I hope she remember me
I mean How could you forget me
Cuz I don't forgot bout you
Told her what's up
And now she tryna chill
I'm showing my racks
And I keep it for real
I told all my dogs
Let's just keep stacking bills
Finish line ain't at the top of the hill
I hope answers finally reveal
Holding my cross and I wanna prevail
Young kid from chino hills
Nobody nobody knows how I feel
Boutta crack the seal
Keep a 50-50 deal
Give my life to this wave
Keep those photos you got saved
100bands tomake you go away
Yk shawty I don't play
Got my Draco and it spray
You don't wanna die today
Grey skis at your wedding day
Bottle feeling like I'm boutta elevate
Chris angel wanna levitate
Like my paper straight
30 on me if you feel a way
It's not my fault it's all you
You said you wanted the truth
Go ahead and point your finger in my face like I don't tell you
That you were just a bitch
I didn't want nothing to do with you yeah
I'm just focused on my bag
It's getting real sad
That you think you like me
But you don't fight for me yeah
And now she tryna chill
I'm showing my racks
And I keep it for real
I told all my dogs
Let's just keep stacking bills
Finish line ain't at the top of the hill
I hope answers finally reveal
Holding my cross and I wanna prevail
Young kid from chino hills
Nobody nobody knows how I feel
Boutta crack the seal
Keep a 50-50 deal
Give my life to this wave
Keep those photos you got saved
100bands tomake you go away
Yk shawty I don't play
Got my Draco and it spray
You don't wanna die today
Grey skis at your wedding day
Bottle feeling like I'm boutta elevate
Chris angel wanna levitate
Like my paper straight
30 on me if you feel a way
Like the way your skin feels on my body
I keep f*ckin you this shit feels like hobby
I wanna f*ck you so bad
That shit tearing me up
I wanna f*ck my bitch in some Gucci slides
Like future did when he f*cked Scottie pippins wife
Go band for band with me
You a fan of a fan with me
Treat her like everything
So we can make a memory
And I hope she remember me
I mean How could you forget me
Cuz I don't forgot bout you
Told her what's up
And now she tryna chill
I'm showing my racks
And I keep it for real
I told all my dogs
Let's just keep stacking bills
Finish line ain't at the top of the hill
I hope answers finally reveal
Holding my cross and I wanna prevail
Young kid from chino hills
Nobody nobody knows how I feel
Boutta crack the seal
Keep a 50-50 deal
Give my life to this wave
Keep those photos you got saved
100bands tomake you go away
Yk shawty I don't play
Got my Draco and it spray
You don't wanna die today
Grey skis at your wedding day
Bottle feeling like I'm boutta elevate
Chris angel wanna levitate
Like my paper straight
30 on me if you feel a way
It's not my fault it's all you
You said you wanted the truth
Go ahead and point your finger in my face like I don't tell you
That you were just a bitch
I didn't want nothing to do with you yeah
I'm just focused on my bag
It's getting real sad
That you think you like me
But you don't fight for me yeah
Writer: Ethan Burgueno
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