(i'm working on dying)
And these Saudi Sweats they cost a stack
N***as kick you when you down then they double back
And that Old Navy TwoSeven Crew Neck
I put Seventh Heaven on my back
I been rocking' Helder Vices on you knocking' up the prices
Boy you worthless, I'm priceless
Free my n***as they some lifers
Mix it with the Seventh Heaven, we gon' smoke em' to the essence
Louis V effervescent, feet up on you peasants
And I'm rollin' up Trix wit' the Cereal Milk
Fuckin' with the wrong n***as, that's why n***as gettin' killed
In that all black fit, wit that undercover kilt
In them all black trucks, and I'm smokin' on kill
I been grinding like trucks, flip that shit no Tech Deck
And I flip that tech clip, aim it at yo fuckin' neck
Funeral get hit next, on all type of disrespect
And you ain't gon' know who did it, they ain't on the internet
In the morning thanking checks, in these Saudi Money Sweats
Dollar Signs Triple S, Net Worth triple desk
Rockstar fuckin' Pornstar bitches on the desk
Front page on your desk, you see that n***a laid to rest
It's a one take, I ain't come back to lay the rest
100k in the LV utility vest
We gon' hit im in his head, fuck his bulletproof vest
And my n***as sending' bullets, not no fuckin' death threats
Feds watching, scared to text
Fucking bitches I don't text
All this money in my lap I think its falling out this vest
First step in the crib, its a marble emblem crest
Rob Bugattis from the Ville all the way to Southwest
And you better get your bitch, she just sent a friend request
See them dollar signs on my lap, the point of interest
Mix the Margiela with the Balmain and Vetements
And im sippin' Feen-A-Mints
Free the guys they innocent