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Kill Confirmed
I’m too old for that, uh (Yeah)
I’m smokin’ on opp pack, yeah (Yeah)
I’m where the stars at (Yeah)
Can’t f#ck with no ho, she way too fat
I’m with the gang and we way too crass (Uh-huh)
I’m talkin’ to God, I’m way too blessed (Uh-uh)
I’m poppin’ these tags, I made a mess (Yeah)
Not sippin’ on Henny, I’m sippin’ on lean
Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee
I got the footwork, Muhammad Ali (Yeah)
Smokin’ on OG, I copped me a P (Ha)
They want a feature, a thousand at least (Woah)
I put a little Chanel on my tee (Okay)
Money machine go “Brssh, beep”
Too many hoes in the whip, no seats (Yeah)
Mason Margiela on both of my feet (Ha-ha)
Smokin’ this dope, I look Chinese (Ha-ha)
I f#ck that ho, put a bag in the streets (Ha-ha)
I’m just a n#gg# you cannot be (Ha-ha)
I got a French b#tch, say “La vie” (Okay)
None of these hoes gon’ care ’bout me (Okay)
None of these hoes gon’ care ’bout you (Okay)
I want a b#tch like Kehlani (Okay)
All of my cup, it look like Barney
I’ma go take the b#tches shoppin’ at Barney’s
I’m too lit, I’m the life of the party (Woah)
Suck my dick, if you mad I’m ballin’ (Yeah)
Why he mad his b#tch keep callin’? (Hello)
Y3 sweats, my sh#t keep fallin’ (Wow)
Glock with extendo, sh#t came on it (Baw)
Hang out the window, see me comin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I want a bad b#tch, I want a foreign (Skrrt)
Countin’ this money be makin’ me h#rn#
She do not f#ck with you, you was too boring
She do not f#ck with you, you was too corny (Ha-ha)
Poppin’ this Xan, I might…
That’s your mans? Okay, we scorin’
Hop in the whip, okay, I’m foreign
Chasin’ the bag like JPMorgan (Yeah)
Huh, I’m too old for that, uh (Yeah)
I’m smokin’ on opp pack, yeah (Yeah)
I’m where the stars at…
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