Aye CV, you cooked this?
Y2, is that you?
We done pulled out the lot in the Benz, ho
[?] so we know it’s a rental
Yeah we gone let off some shots and they ain’t accidental
And I came in her mouth like a n#gg# do [?
If a n#gg# run up, he gon’ fold, pretzel
We pull up in that foreign, ouh, Tesla
And he ain’t from around cause he knew better
Got a Rick Owens jacket, this new leather
All these b#tches be boring, my hoe foreign
All my n#gg#s gon’ shoot and you know they scoring
My diamonds dripping, you know they pouring
And I hop in the coupe and you know I floor it
My n#gg#s shoot with precision
Burberry shades so I see all the visions
Why the Canada Goose, you can see how I’m living
We gon’ wet up the block if we catching him slipping
And she is a hoe, I can’t save her
Just like a card, you know how I trade her
Slide in all-black so I feel like Darth Vader
If it ain’t about money I’ll talk to you later
And he don’t want smoke, no cancer
b#tch I’m balling like [?
I’m pouring the lean in my new Tropicana
And I’m sipping on Sprite, I don’t f#ck with the Fanta
And I’m moving like Michael, she Dirty Diana
I’ll just keep on doing drugs
I go around and they don’t show me love
I just came in with a whole lotta slugs
And you sip out the bottle, I sip out a jug
And I sip out the [?] like I was a [?
And these n#gg#s annoying, remind me of bugs
Not talking ’bout YSL, I’m with Young Thug
And I don’t want sh#t, I do sh#t just because
And these n#gg#s switch up like the seasons
I’m not a blood, but you know how they bleeding
My n#gg#s shoot if you give ’em a reason
My n#gg#s shoot like Trevor Ariza
And we got them [?
Italian b#tch and she scream “Mama mia”
And she watching my moves, Mona Lisa
And we setting it up with Latifah
She hit my gas once and she turned to a cheefer
We done pulled out the lot in the Benz, ho
[?] so we know it’s a rental
Yeah we gone let off some shots and they ain’t accidental
And I came in her mouth like a n#gg# do [?
If a n#gg# run up, he gon’ fold, pretzel
We pull up in that foreign, ouh, Tesla
And he ain’t from around cause he knew better
Got a Rick Owens jacket, this new leather
All these b#tches be boring, my hoe foreign
All my n#gg#s gon’ shoot and you know they scoring
My diamonds dripping, you know they pouring
And I hop in the coupe and you know I floor it
My n#gg#s shoot with precision
Burberry shades so I see all the visions
Why the Canada Goose, you can see how I’m living
We gon’ wet up the block if we catching him slipping [Oh-yaa]
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