Pew, pew, pew
Haha, woah
b#tch, I’m high as f#ck, yeah, I’m up there (Okay)
We gon’ f#ck where, yeah
b#tch, I’m high as f#ck, chilling in my lair
Life ain’t fair, yeah
Pour a four, and I ain’t even share
My side b#tch cheated on me with a homie, I ain’t even care
Where the money at, where the bands, where the guala, b#tch
Chilling in my rocket, going up, and I ain’t stopping b#tch, yeah (Ayy)
Like why you playing?
Yeah, my homie in the back got yellow hair, he Super Saiyan
Still making some profit with all this money that I’m paying
I got this bad foreign b#tch, but I can’t stand her, she so lame, yeah
And these b#tches is some fans, yeah
I was in New York for a few days, ran up a band, yeah
Hop up in a plane, another flight, another landing (g#dd#mn)
Yeah, too many b#tches, I can’t stand them
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