Uh,
I get pounds off my face card Red top, khaki pants, I'm from State Farm
Do a drill, spin the block, then we switch cars Natural bitch ass fat, man, I hate scars
The rental tinted, cause we livin' in it Road trips a hundred clip before the pandemic
Pour the ace out in the club, we not bout to sip it
Fifty hookahs in the section, it's for all the bitches
Striped sweater, but it ain't Marni we been flyin' since Barney, R.I.P. to Barney's
Ain't block her number, but she know not to call me
I was bae when we f*cked, when I leave, now I'm corny
And I only hit a line when I'm horny
Homegirls wanna f*ck, cause they say I put it on me
I'm in fatigue, same color as the army I'm the shit, so they swarm me, and I probably got it on me
Changed my number, so this bitch can never call me
I done had good numbers, but they tryna low-ball me
Tired of the smoke, great maintenance on the Cartis
Walked inside the club, Julio and shark party
They never had him, but now all these bitches Barbies
Only eat Philippe Chow swear I never tasted Arby's
Stood on couches, never had a taste for parties
Click was like four niggas, ammunition like a army
Yeah, Don C's still the fitted, but we never cap
And we only do snakes when it's on the hat
Niggas seen a light bill and was forced to trap
So I do dirt by myself, niggas known to rat
Locked eyes with the bitch, now they to the back
All it took was a smile and a trip to Saks
Carti tints look like windows, I'm in all black
Charging i left my phone but I used the tap
Nah
3 talking like he coming for ya head V
Man said he never est Arbys yo
They gotta run that back, yo, Szzn, run something
Yeah, new year, but I'm still chillin' with some old habits
Coolin' on the same block, same niggas, no lackin
AMG, whips, no Benz when I say four matics
Creed on my neck, make your bitch eyes roll backwards
Them niggas pussy, most the time, they want no static
Catch a bullet, then we send you home like you Bo Jackson
All my niggas fly and get money, they do no rappin
Known to keep it a buck with bitches, I do no cappin
So they hate me cause I'm dubbin' what they fantasize
Droppin' four lines and it don't matter to fanta size
Money dirty, so I gotta keep my hands sanitized
Chubby nigga, with a gut, but my pocket santa size
Slow down, do no spinnin', we just slide
Bitches cryin' bout they funds low, I don't sympathize
If you ain't tryna fix your problem, then don't get inside
Trunk full of pros and some counties you still finna ride
Drop the tuss in a Sprite, call it lemon drop
Heard that she a thot, give a f*ck, I still get the top
Rick Owens with the rare ones, then I do a swap
Baby say she wanna be my rider, can you hold the knocks
Let me know, is you still down
Like John B., I'm always in the spot
But can't see me like I'm John C
Straight face, sicko on my body like I'm Don B
Mouth full of Dom P, hat back, Don C
Crystals on the spider hoodie, yeah, that's just Swarovski
Four stripes on my leg, yeah, that's Thom B
Me and V done switch the Ace out for the Dom P
Snake skin on this Brooklyn net, it's a Don C
Push to start, we ain't worried about no car keys
Big dog on his shirt, it's Givenchy
Marble floor, man, this bitch got some strong knees
Ran out of snot, but in my fanny, I got codeine
Pippin' hoes would've thought I worked on Cozine
Ate me up, you should know she love her protein
X him out, got him lookin' like a Kaws T
Five-finger discount on the pint, it ain't cost me
She ain't find another boss since she lost me
So I'ma take her to The Webster, take off Shein
Shyste'd up, other niggas probably call it Ski
Purple Urus Cannatique and I ain't talkin' bout the V
Cartier, they tryna figure out what it cost me
Niggas throw dirt, I still rose up from the concrete
We ain't stop until there's double R's on the car seat
Plug say he need to plate of Za, I'ma call 3
Drink shoppin', they coppin' deuces, and we coppin' 8ths
Copped a quarter pound of pink burst from a mile away
Pour the whole four into twenty, that's what Simon say
Plug talkin' all the right numbers, he from out of state
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English
Uh,
I get pounds off my face card Red top, khaki pants, I'm from State Farm
Do a drill, spin the block, then we switch cars Natural bitch ass fat, man, I hate scars
The rental tinted, cause we livin' in it Road trips a hundred clip before the pandemic
Pour the ace out in the club, we not bout to sip it
Fifty hookahs in the section, it's for all the bitches
Striped sweater, but it ain't Marni we been flyin' since Barney, R.I.P. to Barney's
Ain't block her number, but she know not to call me
I was bae when we f*cked, when I leave, now I'm corny
And I only hit a line when I'm horny
Homegirls wanna f*ck, cause they say I put it on me
I'm in fatigue, same color as the army I'm the shit, so they swarm me, and I probably got it on me
Changed my number, so this bitch can never call me
I done had good numbers, but they tryna low-ball me
Tired of the smoke, great maintenance on the Cartis
Walked inside the club, Julio and shark party
They never had him, but now all these bitches Barbies
Only eat Philippe Chow swear I never tasted Arby's
Stood on couches, never had a taste for parties
Click was like four niggas, ammunition like a army
Yeah, Don C's still the fitted, but we never cap
And we only do snakes when it's on the hat
Niggas seen a light bill and was forced to trap
So I do dirt by myself, niggas known to rat
Locked eyes with the bitch, now they to the back
All it took was a smile and a trip to Saks
Carti tints look like windows, I'm in all black
Charging i left my phone but I used the tap
Nah
3 talking like he coming for ya head V
Man said he never est Arbys yo
They gotta run that back, yo, Szzn, run something
Yeah, new year, but I'm still chillin' with some old habits
Coolin' on the same block, same niggas, no lackin
AMG, whips, no Benz when I say four matics
Creed on my neck, make your bitch eyes roll backwards
Them niggas pussy, most the time, they want no static
Catch a bullet, then we send you home like you Bo Jackson
All my niggas fly and get money, they do no rappin
Known to keep it a buck with bitches, I do no cappin
So they hate me cause I'm dubbin' what they fantasize
Droppin' four lines and it don't matter to fanta size
Money dirty, so I gotta keep my hands sanitized
Chubby nigga, with a gut, but my pocket santa size
Slow down, do no spinnin', we just slide
Bitches cryin' bout they funds low, I don't sympathize
If you ain't tryna fix your problem, then don't get inside
Trunk full of pros and some counties you still finna ride
Drop the tuss in a Sprite, call it lemon drop
Heard that she a thot, give a f*ck, I still get the top
Rick Owens with the rare ones, then I do a swap
Baby say she wanna be my rider, can you hold the knocks
Let me know, is you still down
Like John B., I'm always in the spot
But can't see me like I'm John C
Straight face, sicko on my body like I'm Don B
Mouth full of Dom P, hat back, Don C
Crystals on the spider hoodie, yeah, that's just Swarovski
Four stripes on my leg, yeah, that's Thom B
Me and V done switch the Ace out for the Dom P
Snake skin on this Brooklyn net, it's a Don C
Push to start, we ain't worried about no car keys
Big dog on his shirt, it's Givenchy
Marble floor, man, this bitch got some strong knees
Ran out of snot, but in my fanny, I got codeine
Pippin' hoes would've thought I worked on Cozine
Ate me up, you should know she love her protein
X him out, got him lookin' like a Kaws T
Five-finger discount on the pint, it ain't cost me
She ain't find another boss since she lost me
So I'ma take her to The Webster, take off Shein
Shyste'd up, other niggas probably call it Ski
Purple Urus Cannatique and I ain't talkin' bout the V
Cartier, they tryna figure out what it cost me
Niggas throw dirt, I still rose up from the concrete
We ain't stop until there's double R's on the car seat
Plug say he need to plate of Za, I'ma call 3
Drink shoppin', they coppin' deuces, and we coppin' 8ths
Copped a quarter pound of pink burst from a mile away
Pour the whole four into twenty, that's what Simon say
Plug talkin' all the right numbers, he from out of state
I get pounds off my face card Red top, khaki pants, I'm from State Farm
Do a drill, spin the block, then we switch cars Natural bitch ass fat, man, I hate scars
The rental tinted, cause we livin' in it Road trips a hundred clip before the pandemic
Pour the ace out in the club, we not bout to sip it
Fifty hookahs in the section, it's for all the bitches
Striped sweater, but it ain't Marni we been flyin' since Barney, R.I.P. to Barney's
Ain't block her number, but she know not to call me
I was bae when we f*cked, when I leave, now I'm corny
And I only hit a line when I'm horny
Homegirls wanna f*ck, cause they say I put it on me
I'm in fatigue, same color as the army I'm the shit, so they swarm me, and I probably got it on me
Changed my number, so this bitch can never call me
I done had good numbers, but they tryna low-ball me
Tired of the smoke, great maintenance on the Cartis
Walked inside the club, Julio and shark party
They never had him, but now all these bitches Barbies
Only eat Philippe Chow swear I never tasted Arby's
Stood on couches, never had a taste for parties
Click was like four niggas, ammunition like a army
Yeah, Don C's still the fitted, but we never cap
And we only do snakes when it's on the hat
Niggas seen a light bill and was forced to trap
So I do dirt by myself, niggas known to rat
Locked eyes with the bitch, now they to the back
All it took was a smile and a trip to Saks
Carti tints look like windows, I'm in all black
Charging i left my phone but I used the tap
Nah
3 talking like he coming for ya head V
Man said he never est Arbys yo
They gotta run that back, yo, Szzn, run something
Yeah, new year, but I'm still chillin' with some old habits
Coolin' on the same block, same niggas, no lackin
AMG, whips, no Benz when I say four matics
Creed on my neck, make your bitch eyes roll backwards
Them niggas pussy, most the time, they want no static
Catch a bullet, then we send you home like you Bo Jackson
All my niggas fly and get money, they do no rappin
Known to keep it a buck with bitches, I do no cappin
So they hate me cause I'm dubbin' what they fantasize
Droppin' four lines and it don't matter to fanta size
Money dirty, so I gotta keep my hands sanitized
Chubby nigga, with a gut, but my pocket santa size
Slow down, do no spinnin', we just slide
Bitches cryin' bout they funds low, I don't sympathize
If you ain't tryna fix your problem, then don't get inside
Trunk full of pros and some counties you still finna ride
Drop the tuss in a Sprite, call it lemon drop
Heard that she a thot, give a f*ck, I still get the top
Rick Owens with the rare ones, then I do a swap
Baby say she wanna be my rider, can you hold the knocks
Let me know, is you still down
Like John B., I'm always in the spot
But can't see me like I'm John C
Straight face, sicko on my body like I'm Don B
Mouth full of Dom P, hat back, Don C
Crystals on the spider hoodie, yeah, that's just Swarovski
Four stripes on my leg, yeah, that's Thom B
Me and V done switch the Ace out for the Dom P
Snake skin on this Brooklyn net, it's a Don C
Push to start, we ain't worried about no car keys
Big dog on his shirt, it's Givenchy
Marble floor, man, this bitch got some strong knees
Ran out of snot, but in my fanny, I got codeine
Pippin' hoes would've thought I worked on Cozine
Ate me up, you should know she love her protein
X him out, got him lookin' like a Kaws T
Five-finger discount on the pint, it ain't cost me
She ain't find another boss since she lost me
So I'ma take her to The Webster, take off Shein
Shyste'd up, other niggas probably call it Ski
Purple Urus Cannatique and I ain't talkin' bout the V
Cartier, they tryna figure out what it cost me
Niggas throw dirt, I still rose up from the concrete
We ain't stop until there's double R's on the car seat
Plug say he need to plate of Za, I'ma call 3
Drink shoppin', they coppin' deuces, and we coppin' 8ths
Copped a quarter pound of pink burst from a mile away
Pour the whole four into twenty, that's what Simon say
Plug talkin' all the right numbers, he from out of state
Writer: Jahvan Lawrence, Jamal Lawrence
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