Spending racks on a pack
She hop on my back
Lots of blues in a stack
Stuff them in the back
Stolen Arts around my waist, put it on her face
Put your crew on display, put them on distasteful
Put me on a pedestal I’m fly like Frank Sinatra
Send me to the moon I’m Fuego spicy like Sriracha
I’m not one to mess with boy I thought that I told ya
Your crew in the cut like mozzarella getting moldier
Cartier cologne, all these Carti clones
I don’t mess with V-lone
Don’t mess with V-lone
You told me I’m special know you capping leave me ‘lone
Leave me alone
I don’t want your love
In the game like N64
N64, N64
I want fame like N64
N64, N64
In the game like N64
N64, N64
I want fame like N64
N64, N64
She texting me so often
She got carpal tunnel syndrome
She hit me with the wake up text like
“Baby won’t you come home?”
I told her I’m a lab rat got to perfect my craft
I got to make this cash
I’m doing 100 dash
So baby why are you egregious?
She look at my sandals
And told me I’m Jesus
I got to cheese for a pic
I’m serious in real life don’t ask for a pic
Rap game I’m the first draft pick
Rap legends tell me I’m the sh#t
Where you rap at?
Where you record at?
I can’t answer so I tell them this
Gengar on my back and it stash a rack
Rolled your group into a pack
Now we smoke on that
I don’t mess with a rat, can’t associate
Lots of wagyu on a plate, stuff it in my face
I just had to up my rate, had to up my rate
She asked me out on a date
She look like The Rake
I am one of 6 Gods feeling like I’m Drake
Feeling like I’m Drake
Eating lemon cake
In the game like N64
N64, N64
I want fame like N64
N64, N64
In the game like N64
N64, N64
I want fame like N64
N64, N64
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