Shoreline Mafia
Wett
Your bitch, she gettin wet like my jewelry (splash)
N***as gettin' pressed like the juicery
I got all the juice, keep the juice in me
Been on that fuck shit on that foolery
Been gettin dumb neck it ain't knew to me
She out in New York but she flew to me
Couple thousand on my neck
Goyard strappin' hold the tec
Sippin Quali or the Tech
Goyard my whole vest
But you n***as got no aim
Got your bitch and runnin train
Did the math they so lame
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If you n***as gettin money on might slide on you
If you n***as talkin funny we gon ride on you
Merk your whole team can't coincide wit you
Im gon fuck you and ??
N***a fuck a dumb thot