Whole lotta bagsw, whole lotta guap
Making these beats and they beg me to stop
Whole lotta bagsw, whole lotta guap
Making these beats and they beg me to stop
Waking up drunk before I go to the shop
Think that you’re popping but baby you’re not
You’re faking your streams and you’re paying these bots
Both of us know that you’re faking your pop
When I record I just like me some top
You should just quit and go get you a job
Woah
Brand new whip in the back got me feeling like Bruce wayne widdit like
Woah
Brand new fit in the back and I still got loose change widdit like
This sh#t realer than a real estate
Got more money on a dinner plate
And I’m not sad I’m living great
Still my belly filled with steak
Shoutout my brothers in section eight
Splitting the bread before I split the cake
I was in London with the homie chase
Laughing at my clones tryna keep the pace
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