Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Haha, you already know what’s up with me
I know my , n#gg#
What’s up?
Gang with me, he ain’t ’bout grrt, can’t hang with me
Palm Angels me
KOD, f#ckin’ it up
They hatin’ on me, run up, get duppy, let ’em squeeze
Gang OT, tell the promoter don’t play with
Grams of MDMA on me, 4×4, whip it like Grand Theft Auto
Livin’ like Grand Theft Auto, Vice City strip club, smash the foreign
In with ‘matics on me, shawty get wet like a Patek for me
For real, I’m whippin’ big wheels, I still keep the digit scale
Crackin’ the seal, give a f#ck how they feel, tell ’em we come from hell
Pay for her nails, she make me come excessive
Like I’m Pakistan,, don’t go outside for Insta
Ran through Dapper Dan collection, Amiri, they tattered denim
Used to sell crack, interior Raf the Bentley
They said we wouldn’t have sh#t, n#gg#, the surgeon put plastic in her
I’m playin’ with plastics with her, won’t co-defendant
Ricky down to the floor in front of the store, tell youngin my toaster workin’
Go beat up yo’ ho when you get home, can’t for certain
She actin’, try flex in the DM, I’m gettin’ her throat in person
Yeah, you look like, I let ’em bite the perky
Gang with me, he ain’t ’bout grrt, can’t hang with me
Palm Angels me
KOD, f#ckin’ it up
They hatin’ on me, run up, get duppy, let ’em squeeze
Gang OT, tell the promoter don’t play with
Grams of MDMA on me, 4×4, whip it like Grand Theft Auto
Livin’ like Grand Theft Auto, Vice City strip club, smash the foreign
In with ‘matics on me, shawty get wet like a Patek for me
Ten pack, fifty pack, hundred pack
Hundred shots, got logos
, beat ’em with the back the Glock
Givenchy flop, hop in ‘Rari, spin the block
Dirty dirtys, dummy birdy, sell
Kitchen with the killers, ’round the fire like a camp
Rollin’ like, poppin’ Tesla
White boy buyin’ dog food, make a milli’ off the Samsung
Tired of Neiman’s, did that, did Saks
Big facts, big bag, back back
Go get a pack, y’all n#gg#s lack racks
He in the trap, ask him “Where the hoes at?”
Gang with me, he ain’t ’bout grrt, can’t hang with me
Palm Angels me
KOD, f#ckin’ it up
They hatin’ on me, run up, get duppy, let ’em squeeze
Gang OT, tell the promoter don’t play with
Grams of MDMA on me, 4×4, whip it like Grand Theft Auto
Livin’ like Grand Theft Auto, Vice City strip club, smash the foreign
In with ‘matics on me, shawty get wet like a Patek for me
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