[Verse]
Ayy, that bag, how you get it? (Like how you get it?)
Uh, that bitch wanna ask me if I'm gifted, I no longer wanna answer
She might be onto the trail of the bodies (They dead)
I got fiends serve molly, black bullets mean onyx
Bro gon' ask like "How you call it?" What you mean? (Like what you mean?)
Ayy, bitch wanna go to Milan, proper, the oppa I dome shot 'em
The opportunity never gon' pass me by (Pass me by)
I'm in LI, dream Bella, LA trip to link Stella
Now, I'm f— now, I'm fucking booted
I might crash the whip, how the fuck am I even moving? (Like, how the fuck?)
Just dont look back, ho
Bodiеs in yo' past, that shit nothing but a fad, ho
Now, I flew her out, got her thinking shе a bad ho (She a bad ho)
Hah, ayy, know you not a bad ho
Brodie in the back, he a probably slime you out though
Ayy, lil' bro, I'm in my bag different
I might buy some Raf Simons
Still can't fit the racks in it
I could fuck ya ho (I could fuck ya ho)
I think she knew it too
Diamonds on my necklace, "I'm so boujee," I'll still blam the tool'
Seen me on the 'Gram, now she think I pray to Buddha (Pray to Buddha)
That bitch bad, just never knew it, that's a promise
I could scam a fuckboy in the garden wit' some product
I'm in a different timezone, bitch gon' die alone, probably
Dior cologne on me, said I sold my soul, honest
I'm not alone partner
Voices in my head to keep me company (Keep me company)
Graveyard trips to keep my company (Keep me company)
Balenciaga, ain't no Asics
Smoke my blunt, I probably laced it with some cocaine
I admit, I wanna get you more addicted
Knock at death's door for wisdom
[Outro]
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