[Intro]
(Look killa)
(Look killa)

[Chorus]
I got, I got I got, too much water dripping all on my tee
I got a trench coat on and it's way longer than me
I got a stick in my motherfuckin’ pants and this bitch 'bout long as me (Yeah)
I'm rocking Rick Owens coat, your main n***a rocking Canadian geese
Yeah I’m way too fly get angel high
Hell nah the ground ain't touching my feet
I done turned to a codeine fiend, she my hoe, but she not on her knees
[?] my clothes japanese
Yeah the police but my wrist don't freeze
[?] no jetski
Had the one hotel or the beat-down tee
N***as going broke, tryna drip like me
'Cause the shit that I pop, no it don't come chеap (yeah)
Yeah I come from thе east, touchdown in Paris [?]
You won't be embarrassed fucking with me
And I come through fresh, with Celine on my jeans

[Verse]
I'ma grant her a wish, no genie
Yeah the money is all on my jeans
I spend [?] don't need a recipt
My new bag way bigger than me, and my bag cost more money than you, your momma, your sister, your mf team
I ball harder than n***as who play 2k all day I’m not Kareem
I had to make a way [?] my reality my dream
[?] I smell like new cologne mixed with weed
And she heaven-sent but yeah she prettier than devil’s [?]
I use a FN when I'm shooting my shot no abc’s
You better talk to god if you tryna find a n***a that's fresher me
Yeah top floor boss, when I walk in I dare a pussy lil' n***a to speak
[?] When she walk in, this hoe [?] she fucking with me
I'm into fashion, these n***as better watch yo girl when I’m with my team
(yeah)
[Chorus]
I got, I got I got, too much water dripping all on my tee
I got a trench coat on and it's way longer than me
I got a stick in my motherfuckin' pants and this bitch 'bout long as me (Yeah)
I'm rocking Rick Owens coat, your main n***a rocking Canadian geese
Yeah I'm way too fly get angel high
Hell nah the ground ain't touching my feet
I done turned to a codeine fiend, she my hoe, but she not on her knees
[?] my clothes japanese
Yeah the police but my wrist don't freeze
[?] no jetski
Had the one hotel or the beat-down tee
N***as going broke, tryna drip like me
'Cause the shit that I pop, no it don't come cheap (yeah)
Yeah I come from the east, touchdown in Paris [?]
You won't be embarrassed fucking with me
And I come through fresh, with Celine on my jeans (yeah)
(huh look killa look killa)