When I walk in this b#tch with the glick on my side with the diamonds on me Imma fire up
I just walked in this b#tch with the brand new Balenci shoes on me the ones that won’t light up
Me and Clibbo the greatest together forever the ones that we really know fyed up
And you keep on askin’ me go do some sh#t for you yeah but you know my hands tied up
Fed up, yeah, we love our jeans with them rackies they fed up
Fed up, yeah, I’m with my and she
Fed up, yeah, we bout to go to the top they gon’ let us
We in the Airbnb with your lil’ baby girl and I know that her
I’m ’bout to go put some Rick on my fit just to drip a lil’ bit and you know
We got them diamonds that VVS stones that b#tch she won’t let up
You know we back here lil’ sh#t with that money on me, I got hunnids on me, I got fifties on me, I got twenties on me, I got b#tches on me, and we still ride around with the blickies on me
I said, “f#ck the police” [f#ck the police
Bouta get on her knees, uh
Boy, yeah, we scammin’ for cheese, huh
I’m ’bout to diamond my teeth, huh
Wet like the beach, huh
They trying to get it like me, huh
I told you, “wait out and see” [Err]
I’m in LA with the slays [Yeah
You better watch what out your bae
We really doin’ sh#t different [Different
And I know everyone copy the wave [Uh
b#tch, yeah, you know that I’m ignorant [Yeah
You know I got none to say [Shh
b#tch, yeah, you know that I’m livin’ it [Yeah
You know we don’t got time to play [Lets go
You ain’t mean nothin’ to me [Oh
I’m in the Trackhawk Jeep [Skrr
Like free throw
Molly on me [Yeah
Percies on me now no more weed [Yeah
All your music is weak [It’s #ss
I’m telling you, “we goin to sleep” [No
I’ve been on oxy for weeks for real
They don’t even know how we geeked [Lets go
They’ve been lying about poppin’ them pills, boy, that sh#t so weak [It’s cap
They don’t even have no racks for real -eal, they so cheap [Uh
We about to get this bread all day, on god, we
When I walk in this b#tch with the glick on my side with the diamonds on me Imma fire up
I just walked in this b#tch with the brand new Balenci shoes on me the ones that won’t light up
Me and Clibbo the greatest together forever the ones that we really know fyed up
And you keep on askin’ me go do some sh#t for you yeah but you know my hands tied up
Fed up, yeah, we love our jeans with them rackies they fed up
Fed up, yeah, I’m with my and she
Fed up, yeah, we bout to go to the top they gon’ let us
We in the Airbnb with your lil’ baby girl and I know that her
I’m ’bout to go put some Rick on my fit just to drip a lil’ bit and you know
We got them diamonds that VVS stones that b#tch she won’t let up
You know we back here lil’ sh#t with that money on me, I got hunnids on me, I got fifties on me, I got twenties on me, I got b#tches on me, and we still ride around with the blickies on me
I said, “f#ck the police” [f#ck the police
Bouta get on her knees, uh
Boy, yeah, we scammin’ for cheese, huh
I’m ’bout to diamond my teeth, huh
Wet like the beach, huh
They trying to get it like me, huh
I told you, “wait out and see”
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