Yeah-yeah, woah-woah, yeah-yeah, woah-woah, yeah-yeah
I ain’t your boyfriend girl, i am a rockstar
Ball like giannis ’cause i am a allstar
I am a shooter, might leave in the cop car
They want me dead ’cause i’m drippin’ like hot sauce
She wanna go with me to the moon
I told her no, she said “sui you rude”
She wanna pull up with me {?} coupe
I tell her no baby no can do
Diamonds on me, it like 60 my tooth
Vvs stones from my jeweler so cool
Now i pull up with a band on the flu
Your {?} smoking that bag {?}
I cannot do it, that sh#t is so wack
How he the plug when they always be taxing
I hit a lick and run off like i’m flash
Beat on that p#ss# she calling me dad
She calling me daddy, i work at the caddy (real trap sh#t)
I told that lil bih get up off of me (yah)
I pull up i’m flexin’, my diamond my weapon
I look like i hit the lottery
I’m young and i’m rich and i’m handsome, i’m getting these b#tches
I think i got all the keys
Moving these packs, it’s 11, i do it forever
I do it for always {?}
Walk in this b#tch and i’m faded
She look like a goddess in love with the sinner
Finally got it, i think that i made it
Get loud to my music, i told her replay it
Dodging b-, dodging {?} like the matrix
I do what i do, i ain’t basic
He call me thug so i’m taking that p#ss#
Was dry like a motherf#ckin’ raisin
She like how i flex, she like how i walk
She like how i sling, i be saying sh#t i don’t know half the time that i talk
She like how i flex, she like how i walk
She like how i sling, i be saying sh#t i don’t know half the time that i talk
She like how i flex (yeah), she like how i walk
She like how i sling, i be saying sh#t i don’t know half the time that i talk (yeah)
She like how i flex (what?), she like how i walk
She like how i sling, i be saying sh#t i don’t know half the time that i talk (what?)
Hop in the two-door, then i be zooming so fast
Like when i walk in the mall quick, then i go blow me a bag
Said she in love with the chrome hearts, told her don’t trip ’bout the tag
I see some hate in my comments so i go load up a mag
Hop in the {?} and i’m zoomin’, f#ckin’ that b#tch {?} toolie, yeah
I got no friends like i’m uzi, ’cause all of my friends wearing hand-me-downs
They show no love when i’m losing, i’m on the way to your b#tch’s house
If you don’t like me come shoot me, ain’t no rapper that called me out
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