Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
Then she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
F*ck a 9-5
They like how did he get rich
Tired of these pocket watching niggas
Told them suck a dick
For my brothers plead the fifth
Shit I'd rather go and sit
I know rich ass junkies
Pouring up as if they sick
Don't know why niggas
Keep on talking like they'll do sumn
I beat the odds
Still keep an ARP hold 200
No GTA but I got five stars
Like I'm number one
Been off the radar need a mic
I'm boutta spaz on them
Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
And she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
We got mob ties
Do or die
Track it pass the finish line
Exotic doors
Suicide
Pull up in expensive rides
How many of these niggas really better than me
Yea I'm tired of being humble
Bitch I'm flexing heavy
Yea they look at me
And act like I don't see the envy
How you jealous of a nigga
Cause I'm making plenty
You know I'm shooting for the stars
That's how I made it happen
Yea
Counting pape' and getting paid
A daily habit
Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
And she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
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Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
Then she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
F*ck a 9-5
They like how did he get rich
Tired of these pocket watching niggas
Told them suck a dick
For my brothers plead the fifth
Shit I'd rather go and sit
I know rich ass junkies
Pouring up as if they sick
Don't know why niggas
Keep on talking like they'll do sumn
I beat the odds
Still keep an ARP hold 200
No GTA but I got five stars
Like I'm number one
Been off the radar need a mic
I'm boutta spaz on them
Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
And she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
We got mob ties
Do or die
Track it pass the finish line
Exotic doors
Suicide
Pull up in expensive rides
How many of these niggas really better than me
Yea I'm tired of being humble
Bitch I'm flexing heavy
Yea they look at me
And act like I don't see the envy
How you jealous of a nigga
Cause I'm making plenty
You know I'm shooting for the stars
That's how I made it happen
Yea
Counting pape' and getting paid
A daily habit
Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
And she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
Then she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
F*ck a 9-5
They like how did he get rich
Tired of these pocket watching niggas
Told them suck a dick
For my brothers plead the fifth
Shit I'd rather go and sit
I know rich ass junkies
Pouring up as if they sick
Don't know why niggas
Keep on talking like they'll do sumn
I beat the odds
Still keep an ARP hold 200
No GTA but I got five stars
Like I'm number one
Been off the radar need a mic
I'm boutta spaz on them
Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
And she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
We got mob ties
Do or die
Track it pass the finish line
Exotic doors
Suicide
Pull up in expensive rides
How many of these niggas really better than me
Yea I'm tired of being humble
Bitch I'm flexing heavy
Yea they look at me
And act like I don't see the envy
How you jealous of a nigga
Cause I'm making plenty
You know I'm shooting for the stars
That's how I made it happen
Yea
Counting pape' and getting paid
A daily habit
Stepping out in Vetements
I mix it up with Rick
Send my shooter on a play
I bet he make that blitz
Riding through that block with five percent
Ain't seeing shit
Swear this shit got better
Once I stayed up out the mix
Big body tank
Swear this shit ain't got no keys
Yea she saw the ticket
And she got right on her knees
Some my niggas rocking suits
And some them throwing huh
She want bloody Louboutin's
Like Red Ruby Da Sleaze
Writer: Francisco Nieves
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