What the f#ck is that?
Ayy, everybody has their own drink
Told the beef was over, that was, ayy
Said the beef was over, that was motherf#ckin’ cap
Don’t need no f#ckin’ handouts, let alone a dap, yeah
[?] the force until you know I played it crap, yeah
Taboo in Miami, I’m too rich for boobytrap, yeah
Ayy, it’s some n#gg#s I don’t like
So I’m throwin’ signs in the street, I’m off stride, yeah
It’s on sight, so I said it’s on sight, uh
b#tches tryna end me, so I can not be polite, uh
Millionaire, I ain’t stoppin’ at no lights
But sh#t replay inside my head enough and I’ma fight, yeah
Promise that I buy that b#tch a Birkin, mm, sike, uh
Promise that I buy that b#tch a Birkin, uh, sike
Threw that p#ss# and I caught it, J. Rice
Know that b#tch is mine, but I might now own her rights
Yeah, that b#tch said she went skydivin’ twice
Jumped up on his dick and said that bit’ was scared of heights
Yeah, I’m too lit for boobytrap, uh
I can’t go to Louis closets like a Louis rag, uh
Swarmin’ with the scammers, can’t do Niemans with no [?], uh
You keep it a hundred, sh#t, I rather keep a fifty
Lil’ b#tch, fives on the fours
Walked into Amiri and they told me “Strike a pose”
Like a fat b#tch, you know I show up with the rolls
Ken just got them two best friends to f#ck, I said “goals”
He a bird, he probably in the ex four
Plus the only party that we know is next door
You know these n#gg#s talkin’, know these p#ss# boys a joke
You got a Goyard on your birthday ’cause that n#gg# broke, uh
Yeah, I’m too rich for boobytrap
Just bought a ph#rm#cy with Doctor T, we off the map
The casa, the migo, that sh#t right where I’m at
He would say somethin’ back, but he need Cardi B for that
My wrists cost a n#gg# whole career, n#gg#
Eighteen-point-seven in a year, n#gg#
Said the beef was over, that was motherf#ckin’ cap
Don’t need no f#ckin’ handouts, let alone a dap, yeah
[?] the force until you know I played it crap
Taboo in Miami, I’m too rich for boobytrap, yeah
Ayy, it’s some n#gg#s I don’t like
So I’m throwin’ signs in the street, I’m off stride, yeah
It’s on sight, so I said it’s on sight, uh
b#tches tryna end me, so I can not be polite
Ayy, everybody has their own drink
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