[?], Prada on the sleeve
I took 4 xans, I can’t go to sleep
I’m a junkie, b#tch, yea, I’m a junkie, yea
[?
Matte black club, b#tch, yea you know I’m [?] that
[?] you know I’m [?] that
Certified fiend, yea I put it on my momma
Took a [?], ball like a [?
Told we be balling hard [?
[?] hummer
Lil homie dead, but these drugs ain’t stopping
[?
[?] we stunting
You riding in a hearse, you [?] with my bros
Time to [?] take out the trash, yeah, on that temple sh#t
I like gripping nine inch rambo knives that come with rubber grips
Catch me out in Glasgow with that toolie, might just stab your sh#t
Got that sh#t concealed up in my hoodie, I ain’t lacking b#tch
All of them [?] on the net, but real life I’mma chop them down
Every time I open up my windows, I hear siren sounds
My boy just told me he made ten racks off the SIMs, that made me cry
Your bird [?] me on Instagram, I might just f#ck her mouth
Undercover on my jeans, so you know what I paid for these
I got New Rock boots up on my feet, hell nah, can’t run in these
I like popping Oxycodone pills, I need a script for these
The way I swing that straight twenty one inches, that sh#t be chopping trees
Big #ss rambo stay with me, that sh#t will put you in the dirt
When I get to swinging [?], [?
I used to sip that Care+, now I got some Wockhardt in my cup
[?] plenty logos on my [?], Moncler on my shirt
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