(Aha, is that Kory on the beat?)
All these diamonds (Yeah, yeah)
I woke up this morning and put on some pants (all that flee sh#t)
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (b#tch)
When I hit that b#tch I had her just like woohoo
Man that’s a playa b#tch, you know she keep it cool
No, I do not play with b#tches, I just keep it cool
And I keep a snake with me, lil’ b#tch, you know he too bool
When it comes to paper, b#tch, you know I’m having beaucoup
And I’m having so much drip, lil’ b#tch, I think I could fill up a pool
And when it come to sticks, lil’ baby, know we having multiple
Brand new Rick, I can’t wait to smoke in this
Damn that boy a b#tch, he get popped just like a zit
Wait ’til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, ’cause that’s all I f#cking get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n#gg#, now we f#cking lit
You think that I ain’t blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh#t
Think I ain’t give your ho a money shower, how you lose your b#tch
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I’m so f#cking lit
I come through b#tch I pop my sh#t
They ask how long we fly like this
b#tch I’m fly just like a pigeon
Designer drugs, Designer sh#t
Had to go get a bag, yeah I had to b#tch
When I was 15, I had two b#tches
When I was 18 I touched six digits
When slime was 16 he had two pistols (yeah)
Now we living different
Why this band feel like a penny?
Man I swear I hate you n#gg#s
Feel like Satan out to get me
I like Number Nine and Rick, lil b#tch I don’t f#ck with Giuseppe
It’s your conglomerate, you know that we all wealthy
Dior on my pants and on my shoes
And I’m smoking zaza what I do
I can’t f#ck that b#tch, cause she a swoop
And my blood n#gg# pull up just like woo
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two
When I hit that b#tch I had her just like woohoo
Man that’s a playa b#tch, you know she keep it cool
No, I do not play with b#tches, I just keep it cool
And I keep a snake with me, lil’ b#tch, you know he too bool
When it comes to paper, b#tch, you know I’m having beaucoup
And I’m having so much drip, lil’ b#tch, I think I could fill up a pool
And when it come to sticks, lil’ baby, know we having multiple
Brand new Rick, I can’t wait to smoke in this
Damn that boy a b#tch, he get popped just like a zit
Wait ’til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, ’cause that’s all I f#cking get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n#gg#, now we f#cking lit
You think that I ain’t blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh#t
Think I ain’t give your ho a money shower, how you lose your b#tch
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I’m so f#cking lit
Yeah
Brand new Rick
Smoke in this
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