Garden
Know how we do
I need all my sturdy people to the front right now
Grrt
I told that boy he don’t hold no weight
Tryna play me and that choppa gon’ poke his face
b#tch I’m just focused on getting cake
Dressed in all black, take his b#tch on they wedding day
Locked in the stu’ there ain’t no escape
Bro told me watch out we killing snakes
n#gg#s be fu yeah I know they hate
Tryna backstab me, get popped in ya shoulder blade
I’m in New York with my feet up
Gang in the stu’ getting t’d up
In fashion I’m getting my cream up
You said you AP but why ya sh#t D up
Talking hot know you not ‘bout sh#t
They on my body, thеy copy my outfit
I know on top it get lonely
But f#ck it my n#gg# the bottom too crowdеd
That’s why the gang like my army
Can’t read my face, I got two like I’m Harvey
I got ya lady gagging on the dick
She wanna flick, I think she paparazzi
Stacking my chips I get to it
My n#gg#s sturdy just turn up that music
Hop out the foreign like ESL students
Loro Piana, my drip going stupid
Yeah I’ma
Yeah I’ma
I’ma
Yeah I’ma
Garden
Garden
f#ck y’all talking ‘bout
Baow
Grrtt
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