Ay, hold on
Yeah
b#tch I’m high up in the clouds
Try me it’ll be over quick, my n#gg#s will gun you down
Look at me just Epistep, walking through London town
These Epis, these is BAPEs
Louis my bag, super rare
Off whites, yea a couple of pair
I’m finna take your breathe
Your b#tch got t#ts
I’m bringing bape back
I’m the type to f#ck a b#tch so good they gon’ put in on C spin
I got a long nose on a barrel kind of like a toucan
No limit MB
Throwing up L’s and throwing up 9’s
p#ss# n#gg# I’m about mine
I’m about mine
Be up in the club, say he wanna fight
Big #ss gun, aim it at him
Juice how you feel
Like a b#tch cos I got this
Off of them mollys as a kid call that Kill Bill
Had a cocaine in a napkin just like a hat
I don’t got time for reactions
f#ck a
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