Bhristo, talk to ’em, slime
Yeah, these n***as break they f**kin’ necks how they lookin’
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll, b*t*h, I’m cookin’ up, up, up, up, up (Up)
B*t*h I’m cookin’ up (Up)
B*t*h, I’m cookin up
Flexin’ like this, they can’t do it like this
B*t*h, I pull up with sticks that’ll knock off your lip
Rock Givenchy and Rick just to f**k on your b*t*h
And I bet she won’t spit ’cause she lovin’ the d**k
And I pull out the lot in that GTR, GTR, GTR, GTR, GTR whip
And I know that that boy wanna be me yeah, be me yeah, be me yeah, be me yeah, n***a you wish
B*t*h I am god, like Lil B, n***a
R.I.P Virgil, rock Louie V’, n***a
I got a son, think it’s two of me, n***a
But in the end, tell me who will be bigger? It’s me
‘Causе I’m the one that demolish thе beat
I’m makin’ bread while he countin’ the sheeps
Whip too exotic, I don’t need a key
Imported from Italy, Prada my feet
Wanna be different, I cost him a lease
I took your rent and put that on my teeth
These VVS diamonds don’t come with a lease
Keep talkin’ crazy, I f**k up your fleece
Matter fact, I’ma just f**k on your treesh
‘Cause she heard that Lil Bino a beast
Just know that I’m crazy all up in the sheets
Rockin’ cosmetics, rockin’ that Raf
You know insanity all on my mask
Shout out the bros, we finna spaz
STL logo that you never had
Bino the sh*t, he finna spaz
I’m finna show ’em ’bout how long I last
I’m in the coup with lil b*t*h, smokin’ gas
I can’t believe how I’m going up fast
Wait, I know it, I know it, I’m trippin’, I’m good, that’s why
Don’t need a stylist, these n***as just lookin’ at me and they see that Lil Bino is fly
R&B fashion and rappin’ what I do lil n***a, so no, you ain’t better than I
These n***as called me and told boy you trippin’, I really don’t listen, [?]
Donny gone as a b*t*h, double C’s on my a**
F**ked around, put Ricky O’ on my feet
Now that’s five if I speak, twenty plus if I slide
Like, where is your Glock boy? It stay with me n***a
If you see me, what’s crackin’? They can’t hold me, n***a
Clearly I’m at Lil Beni’, five star fettuccine, Givenchy, they killin’ my vibe
Ayy, 7.62, he just look at me, shoot from the corner, boy [?]
‘Cause that sh*t that you got not legitimate
I got white diamonds on me like I woke up discriminant
Most of my n***as be ignorant
How he say he be shootin’ so much, but that young n***a missin’ sh*t?
My n***as standin’, no business sh*t
And I got millions lil ho, let me show you the differences
Yeah, these n***as lookin’ at my neck
‘Cause I got a whole lotta jewlery
Shout out VLONE, that boy stay with the foolery
And b*t*h, I be hot, so you know I keep two with me
Big body, big body, big body, I’m tryna race
When I walk in the spot, they like, “Who is He?”
Is that your b*t*h in my face? She been choosin’ me
Lowkey, that sh*t ain’t got nothin’ to do with me
Flexin’ like this, I be flexin’ like this
And the AMG seats get the wreckin’ that b*t*h
She be textin’ me pics, she a lil flashy ho
Put my car in the front, they catch me at the [?]
Dolce & Gabbana and Louie V’, n***a
All these rap n***as tryna be cool with me
Diamonds and rubies, b*t*h, I got some juice with me, n***a
Got my Glock 19 actin’ a fool with me, n***a
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