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Fashion artboy dressed up looking so neat, huh
Shawty call repeat, yuh, spent 30 my jeans (okay okay)
Sprite mixed up codeine my drink (sip on that)
I cannot listen up, ronny I’m sorry (haha)
On the spot, talking sh#t, think you’re funny (oh really)
What makes you think that you became something (what)
You cannot try to be sum (yuh)
If you brought to the party some fun
Know that you’re p#ss#, you gotta run (tututu)
Hella hollow tips, but don’t keep a gun
Not a easy guy, you’ve been so wrong (stupid)
Test me up, be like “f#ck am I on” (b#tch)
NO2 we gone, music gon turn up (huh huh)
How can I look at that sh#t, everybody all looking so sick (yuh)
Lotta shiny crystals all on my hip
I ain’t gon die, I ain’t no villain (haha)
Pull up to the party, don’t bring the sticks
Huge placements, earning the beat, yuh
Honestly, don’t miss, shoot me up another diss
Tired of the bull, I’m a matador
All they see is red, what you charging for
They want the beef, I’m a carnivore
Holding my stick, accelgor
Introducing her like I hadn’t met her before
Sweet like a marshmallow, leaves me wanting s’more
Pop like fiction b#tch, movies like gore
I need the energy, b#tch, give me some more
Covered in diamonds from my head to my toe
Addicted to money I just can’t let go
Winning from the start, man, I’m feeling retro
Passing my wealth like I’m using bestow
Green goblin like my name is william dafoe
All this water on me, it just overflows
These b#tches calling me, I hit my plateau
Can’t hear any of them, I feel like van gogh
Fashion artboy dressed up looking so neat, huh
Shawty call repeat, yuh, spent 30 my jeans (okay okay)
Sprite mixed up codeine my drink (sip on that)
I cannot listen up, ronny I’m sorry (haha)
On the spot, talking sh#t, think you’re funny (oh really)
What makes you think that you became something (what)
You cannot try to be sum (yuh)
If you brought to the party some fun
Know that you’re p#ss#, you gotta run (tututu)
Hella hollow tips, but don’t keep a gun
Not a easy guy, you’ve been so wrong (stupid)
Test me up, be like “f#ck am I on” (b#tch)
NO2 we gone, music gon turn up (huh huh)
Collection full loaded up with the exotics
Tell me bout all of the sh#t, whatchu lookin at b#tch (b#tch)
I’m making the hits that never gon miss, good songs that play on repeat (repeat)
Next hater come in rest in peace
You gon boot me up, ecstasy (you gon boot me up)
They really want the recipe, I don’t sit still
Innocence don’t understand, this life has been my fate
Never switch up on my stance, you gon suck it up b#tches so pressed
All the hunnid are stats, I know that sh#t is so stacked (yuh)
Tryna make mil in the bank, more digits up on everyday
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