Yeah, I ain’t try once
Got the Trackhawk in the back, I heard it whine once (Woo)
I took way too many Percs, I think I died once (Woo)
Got the Cayenne sitting outside, I seen it fly once (Yeah, yeah)
Got the Cuban on my body, I rolled the dice once (Yeah)
They say, “How many times you died?” I only died once
They say, “How many times you fly?” I’m flyin’ private every time
Yeah, I just pulled up in a monster
I just pulled up with the mob, we pulled up in a tonker
Yeah, huh, b#tch, I’m going bonkers
Wifey came and ate me up, that b#tch just got some chompers
Five thousand dollar pants, b#tch, I call ’em rompers (Ack)
If it ain’t about the bands, why the hell would I converse?
Why? Tell me, yeah, tell me (Tell me, yeah)
Why? Tell me (Yeah), tell me (Yeah)
Sipping on the Tonsa, b#tch, it done hurt my tummy
Smashing on this broad, she feel it in her stomach (Let’s go)
I just sip the drank, a dirtbag, get that copy, b#tch, they ’bout me
I call all my twizzys, “Dawg,” let them bark, don’t got a bounty
My twizzy on the run, we got to get up out this county
Y’all be sippin’ on fake lean, that sh#t some soap, you sippin’ bounty (Bounty)
Yes, they say that I’m the G.O.A.T., so where the f#ck is my lil’ crown-y? (Crown-y)
Got a new b#tch in the back, got another one staying down me (Go)
Yeah, I ain’t try once
Got the Trackhawk in the back, I heard it whine once (Woo)
I took way too many Percs, I think I died once (Woo)
Got the Cayenne sitting outside, I seen it fly once (Yeah, yeah)
Got the Cuban on my body, I rolled the dice once (Yeah)
They say, “How many times you died?” I only died once
They say, “How many times you fly?” I’m flying private every time
Had to cut some people off, They wasn’t fly enough
I’ve been taking all these xans like I ain’t died once
They see drip get all these hoes, but I ain’t want them all
You can’t catch me in no metro, b#tch I fly in private jets
Yeah I got lil b#tch on me, she said these drippy diamonds wet
I’ve been saving all my money ima die without no stress
I’ve been saving all my money ima die without no stress
Big ole b#tch, bubble butt she finna drop that #ss on me
I don’t give no f#cks, yeah aye run it up
I just told lil b#tch I need some money murakami
I just want f#ck b#tches but these b#tches looking bummy
I just wanna go outside and spend all my money
Ima ball just like a basketball but no ain’t sh#t funny
Yeah, I ain’t try once
Got the Trackhawk in the back, I heard it whine once (Woo)
I took way too many Percs, I think I died once (Woo)
Got the Cayenne sitting outside, I seen it fly once (Yeah, yeah)
Got the Cuban on my body, I rolled the dice once (Yeah)
They say, “How many times you died?” I only died once
They say, “How many times you fly?” I’m flying private every time
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