Boy i’ll give you something you can laugh bout if you think that it’s a joke
I pour coke up in my rum and you pour rum off in your coke
I see you posted with a jawn cuz you don’t really wanna smoke
And i put camo on my bape yeah i invisible my cloak
Coults just came from canada, and i got canada on my coat
And yeah we students but we ball, so we might just rent a boat
And one of my girls live in a castle, just to link i cross a moat
And you know it’s drip or drown, i see you n#gg#s tryna float
Hold on lemme set the tone
Addicted to bands, a hundred bags what i’ma tote
The digital dash, i’m telling my engine c’mon
A bit of pizzazz, i sit beside a sexy hoe
We went to milan, came out the whip versace robe
I’m popping a percie tonight we gain a chromosome
My brudda’s in arcy, my wardrobe cost a f#cking home
And i got like thirty, believe me i’m unstoppable (huh)
Boy i’ll give you something you can laugh bout if you think that it’s a joke
I pour coke up in my rum and you pour rum off in your coke
I see you posted with a jawn cuz you don’t really wanna smoke
And i put camo on my bape yeah i invisible my cloak
I put camo on my bape so you can’t see me
And they don’t ask us how we doing but it’s easy
I know shorty gonna choose like eenie meenie
And you know my life a movie, this a three-way
Nah baby this a 4d, all my girls adore me
Standing ovation when i finish they applaud me
Black boy in a white house, i feel like cory
Now i’m with a labour girl, she doing better than my tory
All i care about’s if she bad, i couldn’t care bout how she vote
I might pull up to the vatican and post up with the pope (yeah, yeah)
Dark forces on my feet, i feel like snoke
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Yeah she sexy i’m famished, eat her like calamari
Choppa with the stick, chopsticks, samurai genes
It’s getting cold outside, i got moncleezy on me
Giddy up, we swerving in a black ferrari
The money calling my phone
I put a ring on the money, i told her “honey i’m home”
Just went to paris fashion week, i had to let them all know
Yeah i’m a north-west boy but you can catch me in sloane
C’mon, c’mon, can’t f#ck with a broke hoe
Entrecôte with my lady, i took her to soho
Smoking a whole lotta weed, i’m living in slo-mo
Rick owens head to toe, i look like a hobo
All i care about’s if she bad, i couldn’t care bout how she vote
I might pull up to the vatican and post up with the pope (yeah, yeah)
Dark forces on my feet, i feel like snoke
?
(you think that it’s) you think that it’s a joke
I pour coke up in my rum and you pour rum off in your coke
I see you posted with a jawn cuz you don’t really wanna smoke
And i put camo on my bape yeah i invisible my cloak
Coults just came from canada, and i got canada on my coat
And yeah we students but we ball, so we might just rent a boat
And one of my girls live in a castle, just to link i cross a moat
And you know it’s drip or drown, i see you n#gg#s tryna float
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