Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Back outside, we get it
I can’t f#ck with nobody, not feeling this sh#t
We gon’ run up a bag, get flexed on
Rock out a show
My pockets on grow
#ss on woah
She rock Balenci’
I match Botega with Chrome Hearts
I moved to the city, took over the scene
I’m with slime now
Don’t tell me good luck, you might jinx it
Got caught with the stick and they gave me the pink slip
These are some Rick Owen boots, what the f#ck are you thinking?
Get in your bag
Crеated a fantasy
In the hills with amenitiеs
Live my on go
Hot top swag, Rick Owen boots
Perfect timing, rendezvous
Bentley Bentayga, coming soon
Moncler jacket, match her boot
Cut up his face, need a band aid
She fell in love, so she started a fan page
Mind goin’ crazy, went off on a rampage
You gotta think different, we not in the stone age
Tried these DMs, need angel wings
That boy not evil, he lost in a flex
You ain’t 666, put that p#ss# in check
All my prices went up when I moved to the west
All this show money I get, I just stack, invest
Raise hell
Raise hell
Raise hell, yeah
She wanna watch anime
She call me Naruto
I am the Avatar
No you not poppin’ off
Need me a foreign
The b#tch think she the best
I told her don’t work, you ain’t gotta flex
I was down on my back
Did the most for my check
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Yeah, woah
Back outside
We get it
I can’t f#ck on nobody not feeling this sh#t
Nah
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