[Verse]
N-N-N***as tryn' say that I'm hackin'
I told lil' twin that this life isn't fair
I'm in Carti', spent three on some glasses, I had to go VS1, both of my ears
She want Prada, I take that ho shoppin', I had to upgrade, she was shoppin' at Sears
Ho wasn't fuckin' with me when I wasn't poppin', and now that I'm up, she wan' fuck sum' serious
N***as said that I would never do it, I ain't have it in me, but my vision was clear
On my neck is all filled up with baguettes, took a long time to get it, now we out in Paris
Her last n***a a bum, now she fuckin' with me, every time we pop out, he embarrassed
I got rackies on me, I got money on me, the opps not havin' this, it's apparent (Huh)
Count it up, monеy talk, fast car, I-I-I ain't tryn' walk
VETMENTS, buy that shit all, keep it cool 'cause as long as you loud
Racks up, might buy the whole storе, fuck the ho, I don't know you no more
9.4, gotta stand my pole, dripped down, Rick, head to my toe
M-M-Might get a ten, and flip that to a hunnid
All 'bout the bag, I get straight to the onion
Chrome Hearts tags, when I walk out the function (C'mon)
Put ten up on his head, and now he nothin', the way that my shooter do him, it's disgusting (Woo)
Oh, that's my bad, I'm steady stuntin'
I'm off a ice, and let get this shit jumpin', but twin on a flight, we goin' outta country
I fuck yo ho just to pull up and fuck me, she love how I put Chanelly on her buckle
You come around here, n***a it's over cared, that boy out his mind, he think we tryna knuckle
Tryna book for a show, said, "Hit my n***a Harry up", but I need that payment, phone poppin' out
Might hop out the AMG to a McLaren, might switch for the winter just to make it count
Put a switch on a Glock, this motherfucker blarin', I'm on the block, I'm lookin' like a scout
This bitch suckin' my dick, but ho, I'm already late, so I do what I do to pop it out her mouth
I set the play like NCAA, then I pass to my bro, that n***a runnin' rousey
This bitch ass motherfucker, playin' with my name, so I sent my lil' ho to do it, Ronda Rousey (Ayy)
N***as on fake shit, so I had to get 'em from 'round me (Say)
I got a lil' money to my name, then I made this shit flip, I feel like Robert Downey (Ayy)
This Glock, it got one in the brain and the coupe, had to take out the brain, man, I'm tryn' see the sun
I'm poppin' these pills, this shit painless, I'm breakin' this lil' shit in half, it still feelin' like one
Told that bitch, I'm as real as it get, matter fact I'm as real they come (C'mon)
I got rich, I'm on whole other shit, now they tryn' copy shit that I done
T-These blue hunnids, they my only friend, and I only put trust in my gun
Yo bitch fuck with 600, the kid, but I really just fuck with her butt (Let's go)
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