Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I blew a bag at Chanel
YSL, my belt
Got to the bank, you could tell
Your b#tch said she like how I smell
My , straight from hell
Your pockets, they frail
I get the money, I get out on bail
I had some money
I’m finna go in my shell
Lil’ n#gg# tried to
That b#tch, she keep hittin’ my cell
b#tch I
Moncler Boots
Pour a four in my juice everytime
I ain’t wanna do them bad
Walk in school, with a bag
I know why I got them mad
Really just cause’ I been poppin’ them tags
AMG
Really been comin’ in first, you last
I told my b#tch
Can’t f#ck with the sticks, you tote, you rag
Walk in that b#tch, with all of that
Give me that sh#t, need all the cash
Give a f#ck bout a b#tch, you hold her back
Not even a whip, can hold the racks
I’m not finna cap, he said you #ss
Don’t make no sense, my pockets fat
I’m in yo hood, b#tch where you at?
I’m doin’ good, matter of fact
Pull around you, with my crew, and a bag
I been working
You ain’t sippin’ on drop, you ain’t sippin’ on Wock’
You be talkin’ on net, it’s the reason you whack
My brother gotta shoot you in the back
, my brother ride around with a TEC
They finna shoot at they chest
Now my n#gg#s tellin’ me I’m next
I walk around like a Vet
Switchin’ lanes, skrrt off in a vete
Tell my brother stop poppin’ X
I-I-I put the gang in the Jag
SRT and the engine
I blew a bag at Chanel
YSL, my belt
Got to the bank, you could tell
Your b#tch said she like how I smell
My, straight from hell
Your pockets, they frail
I get the money, I get out on bail
I had some money
I’m finna go in my shell
Lil’ n#gg# tried to
That b#tch, she keep hittin’ my cell
b#tch I
Moncler Boots
Pour a four in my juice everytime
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