Yeah, yeah huh huh huh huh
Yeah huh huh huh huh
Yeah, yeah
I'm such an asshole
These niggas they broke they can't compare to my cash flow
Been serving these feins now, I'm on the way the fast road
Switching in and out these lanes
Cause I gotta get my load
And I tell these pussy's everytime to go ahead drop a lo
But they ain't on nothing, they some pussy's they don't want no smoke
I can be all up in babymomma f*cking throat
She said she don't like you so she want me to get you gone
That's why you cant trust these hoes
Swear my wrist be froze
Like I'm in Minnesota hell, yeah this Bitch be cold
Met me an eater, yeah I swear she gone take my load
You'll never catch me lacking, hell nah nigga I can't go
Yeah nigga I stay with my pole
F.N 57 or ARP I don't know what to tote
I'm rocking Vetements yeah, yeah from head to toe
Balenciaga boots yeah bitch that's what I got on
Ain't have to tell her I'm vamp she said I already know
So I ask her baby do you know that I live in vouge
After I kill your nigga I want you to bring me his urn
Roll his ass up in my blunt it'll get me slurred
Not like the wock but its a close second yeah fasure
Copped my emo bitch yeah, yeah a Prada purse
Tell that nigga we ain't playing hell nah this is not nerf
Chop his ass up yeah, yeah I feed him to the birds
They say movee be tripping but, I told X-man he worse
3 A.M. his vampire hour he be tweaking have you heard
My gun like Hitler cuz' it like taking niggas off this earth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in this bitch she a eater I thought she was special
I got so much rage I'm trying give him a halo
These bitch's passed around like my blunt yeah f*ck the next one
Molly, Xans, and Percs be having X clutching his gun
One in the head I swear it's a switch on the back of his gun
Freak hoes only getting X hell nah you can't get one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maison Margiela in my closet hell nah you can't get one
Trying fit these bands, in my pocket I can only fit 10
And this watch I got on call it ben cuz it do Omnitrix
I just copped some new Givenchy yeah and some Prada kicks
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah huh huh huh huh
Yeah huh huh huh huh
Yeah, yeah
I'm such an asshole
These niggas they broke they can't compare to my cash flow
Been serving these feins now, I'm on the way the fast road
Switching in and out these lanes
Cause I gotta get my load
And I tell these pussy's everytime to go ahead drop a lo
But they ain't on nothing, they some pussy's they don't want no smoke
I can be all up in babymomma f*cking throat
She said she don't like you so she want me to get you gone
That's why you cant trust these hoes
Swear my wrist be froze
Like I'm in Minnesota hell, yeah this Bitch be cold
Met me an eater, yeah I swear she gone take my load
You'll never catch me lacking, hell nah nigga I can't go
Yeah nigga I stay with my pole
F.N 57 or ARP I don't know what to tote
I'm rocking Vetements yeah, yeah from head to toe
Balenciaga boots yeah bitch that's what I got on
Ain't have to tell her I'm vamp she said I already know
So I ask her baby do you know that I live in vouge
After I kill your nigga I want you to bring me his urn
Roll his ass up in my blunt it'll get me slurred
Not like the wock but its a close second yeah fasure
Copped my emo bitch yeah, yeah a Prada purse
Tell that nigga we ain't playing hell nah this is not nerf
Chop his ass up yeah, yeah I feed him to the birds
They say movee be tripping but, I told X-man he worse
3 A.M. his vampire hour he be tweaking have you heard
My gun like Hitler cuz' it like taking niggas off this earth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in this bitch she a eater I thought she was special
I got so much rage I'm trying give him a halo
These bitch's passed around like my blunt yeah f*ck the next one
Molly, Xans, and Percs be having X clutching his gun
One in the head I swear it's a switch on the back of his gun
Freak hoes only getting X hell nah you can't get one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maison Margiela in my closet hell nah you can't get one
Trying fit these bands, in my pocket I can only fit 10
And this watch I got on call it ben cuz it do Omnitrix
I just copped some new Givenchy yeah and some Prada kicks
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah huh huh huh huh
Yeah, yeah
I'm such an asshole
These niggas they broke they can't compare to my cash flow
Been serving these feins now, I'm on the way the fast road
Switching in and out these lanes
Cause I gotta get my load
And I tell these pussy's everytime to go ahead drop a lo
But they ain't on nothing, they some pussy's they don't want no smoke
I can be all up in babymomma f*cking throat
She said she don't like you so she want me to get you gone
That's why you cant trust these hoes
Swear my wrist be froze
Like I'm in Minnesota hell, yeah this Bitch be cold
Met me an eater, yeah I swear she gone take my load
You'll never catch me lacking, hell nah nigga I can't go
Yeah nigga I stay with my pole
F.N 57 or ARP I don't know what to tote
I'm rocking Vetements yeah, yeah from head to toe
Balenciaga boots yeah bitch that's what I got on
Ain't have to tell her I'm vamp she said I already know
So I ask her baby do you know that I live in vouge
After I kill your nigga I want you to bring me his urn
Roll his ass up in my blunt it'll get me slurred
Not like the wock but its a close second yeah fasure
Copped my emo bitch yeah, yeah a Prada purse
Tell that nigga we ain't playing hell nah this is not nerf
Chop his ass up yeah, yeah I feed him to the birds
They say movee be tripping but, I told X-man he worse
3 A.M. his vampire hour he be tweaking have you heard
My gun like Hitler cuz' it like taking niggas off this earth
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in this bitch she a eater I thought she was special
I got so much rage I'm trying give him a halo
These bitch's passed around like my blunt yeah f*ck the next one
Molly, Xans, and Percs be having X clutching his gun
One in the head I swear it's a switch on the back of his gun
Freak hoes only getting X hell nah you can't get one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maison Margiela in my closet hell nah you can't get one
Trying fit these bands, in my pocket I can only fit 10
And this watch I got on call it ben cuz it do Omnitrix
I just copped some new Givenchy yeah and some Prada kicks
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Matthew Turner
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