[Verse 1]
Maison Margiela
Or hella fellas
My Gs hold Berettas
Golden Eagle
Might leave a peephole inside of your head uh
I don’t ever do head ups
Unless it’s crowning me king
But when you drop hit after hit
You start to feel like a king

I’m feeling glorious important
With a bad bitch
Owned no mortgage

The cuts on my wrist dancing diamonds like shit can a n***a get anymore gorgeous
Filling my heart with materialism
Seeing SLP might of spoiled it

Cold as a polar
Make n***as roll over
Trap off Motorolas
Im flossing

[Hook]
Oh my god I seen the shit
Like bout 5 miles away
When I say the shit
I do not care bout what you have to say x2

[Verse 2]
I be talking bout flexing
But shit you don’t know the half
Buy some Acne donate it then walk away with a laugh
All my n***as are well attired
You see when we pass
And my girl like a model except she got hella class

I don’t need Tumblr bitches
Fuck on your homies for pictures
Hella silent I ride it on auto pilot
Submissive

And I move like a Tesla
Maybe a Phantom
I’m tinted

See my excuse for snapping is that i’m sick of this living

[Break]
I don’t need to fuck with you n***as
I don’t need good luck from you n***as
Fuck all these blogs it’s no love for you n***as
How many songs does it take for a n***a
Got up my buzz you ignoring a n***a
Now i’m really fucking sick of you n***as
I’ll kill all you n***as

[Verse 3]
Time and time again
Made it clear we wasn’t friends
If you ain’t hear it first let me say this shit again

Fuck these motherfucking blogs
Fuck theses bitches that pretend
Fuck these n***as throwing shade
Imma shine to the end