All of my brothers, we rich, been rockin’ that Chrome Hearts (Yeah)
All of my thots they love me, they bang my phone (Yeah)
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day, M.I.A
I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turning it sick
Ride round that b#tch with a, yeah, blick
Took me the ecstasy, I’m high, can’t even sit
And this chain so heavy, I’ma die, Glock sit on my hip (Say)
I’m driving around this city, and I pull to the VIP
It be your own city that’ll kill you, like R.I.P. Nip
I went in this b#tch like a fire, I bought me the ship (Yeah)
I’m chillin’ up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip (Yeah)
Pour a four up in my soda, just so I can dip
Walked inside the building, posted on my hip
I told you to make a way, I don’t need none of your help
My wrist livin’ underwater, might as well call this kelp
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day, M.I.A
Like a jumpman, could beat your head
Every last one of my b#tches love on me
And I hate to say it, but I’m h#rn#
I need you to lick on all of me
I went and put my wrist on, no degree (Yeah)
I went put my rich on, with no degrees
b#tch I died and didn’t go to Heaven
All of my pockets really filled up with some knots, yeah, b#tch they really breaded
Any time I ever told you I was talkin’ sh#t, better know I really meant it
I can’t even waste my time with a broke b#tch, nah, she can’t spend a penny
Got a lot of Percs, it ain’t hard to pen it, yeah (Yeah)
Got a lot of Percs, got a lot depending on me
I just left the Earth, until they landed on me
I just told her pull up, come and break it down on me
How the hell you pull up then go turn around on me?
All of my brothers, we rich, been rockin’ that Chrome Hearts (Yeah)
All of my thots they love me, they bang my phone (Yeah)
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day, M.I.A
I pull up, we turn up a notch, we turning it sick
Ride round that b#tch with a, yeah, blick
Took me the ecstasy, I’m high, can’t even sit
And this chain so heavy, I’ma die, Glock sit on my hip (Say)
I’m driving around this city, and I pull to the VIP
It be your own city that’ll kill you, like R.I.P. Nip
I went in this b#tch like a fire, I bought me the ship (Yeah)
I’m chillin’ up at the Ritz, so that they call me Chip (Yeah)
Pour a four up in my soda, just so I can dip
Walked inside the building, posted on my hip
I told you to make a way, I don’t need none of your help
My wrist livin’ underwater, might as well call this kelp
Sleep, shots, yeah, I been on pills all day, M.I.A
Like a jumpman, could beat your head
Every last one of my b#tches love on me
And I hate to say it, but I’m h#rn#
I need you to lick on all of me
I went and put my wrist on, no degree (Yeah)
I went put my rich on, with no degrees
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