[verse1]
When I'm in Toronto it’s a celebration
I'm too deep in the game it took dedication
3 peat on my VIP I shoot that like rondo
Bands all in my Louis
I count me a rack
That bitch like a snack
Guwop in my jeans
Count up a hundred and millies
Ride around in the city
Really lol out in Givenchy
I pour up the lean
Whipping big body
I air out the scene
Counting up racks
I'm a dog I’m gone tat a tear
My new bitch ass fat
Like that ass on Kim K
I beat the beat up
100k for a feature
N***a think it's sweet
My diamonds is in fleek
Free lil sauce that's the gang
Crying in a bag
My new bitch a treesh
Treesh on my line
I don't write
I ain't got no fucking time
Probably gone die
My twizzy too geeked
On that broccoli
Pull up big bodily
Your bitch love me ?
And you know that boy wub was up
You know I fuck with that wobbly
You know they fuck with me probably
You know .....[????????]
Yuno I got that solidly
I be in your bitch modestly
This money doing front flips
This shit hit like Monopoly
Your bitch want do to anomalies
I am a prophecy yeah am a pharmacy
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[verse2]
You know I'm gone make it clap
Bitch threw that ass back
Might have me a asthma attack , I'm smoking on gas
Smoking on pack
PAT on my wrist
PAT on my wrist
Rollex doing front flips
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I feel like I'm uhh, lil Uzi [?]
I’m like oh uh, I forgot yo’ bitch gave me dome
I woke up this morning I switched up the flow
Yo bitch on my designer swear I do the most
That boy wub' was up
Damn I be in the coupe
With the windows rolled up
I’m smoked up in the booth
???????? GOLFWANG
How much do it cost
Of I forgot
Damn
These other rappers can't understand
They no habla ??
I ball on these n***as like Kobe
You don't want no beef like , Kobe