[Intro]
(dulio, 力を貸して)
Woah

[Verse 1]
You might be a free body
All of my n***as behind me, yeah
Police right behind me
My bitch got a nice body
I'm armed in this bitch, don't try me, yeah
I'm armed in this bitch, don't try me, my n***a
I'm poppin' them motherfuckin' roxies
Show you how to get up out your body, yeah
Got some n***as bangin' chrome, swervin', still up in them hidings
N***as talkin' 'bout they wanna pop me, n***as all up in they wanna pop me
They just mad 'cause they bitch wan' top me
Rich as fuck, I could buy her a body
I ain't gonna be the one sliding, motherfuckin' money gon' buy me a body

[Chorus]
Comme des Garçons jeans, I'm on top of the mountains, that's why you can't see me
You can't fucking talk to me
If you ain't never seen a hundred dollar million piece
Goin' 150 in the Redeye, tryna run from the police (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
I'm back in this bitch, let me get back on track with this bitch
Yeah, yeah
She ain't fuckin' with you, you ain't spendin' the bag on the bitch, ha, yeah
I got the Chrome on, Chrome on, I'm hittin' a chromosome
Baby got the super dome, super dome, that's why I can't leave her lone
And I don't need no stylist like Lone, but I'm Lil Rino
I can see through the people, bro, codes? Nah, I don't need those
This shit like a free throw, a hunnid thou stuffed up in my peacoat (dulio, 力を貸して)
I ain't goin' back to the shit I used to have
I'm in a Hellcat, put my feet all on the gas
My n***a picked up on a hat and they found DNA, but it still wasn't matched
N***a, just know I'm witcho' ass
If you hold it down, you'll be bae
We never go out like a rat
No, I ain't braggin' 'bout shit I ain't have
Took his bitch and I gave her ass back
Up in Chrome Hearts, poppin' them tags
Every day I'm reloading my mag
I be shakin' my dreads like I'm rad
When I'm out in London, call me "lad"
And you n***as go out super bad
Cryin' 'bout a ho that I done had
Now all of my bitches exotic
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[Chorus]
Comme des Garçons jeans, I'm on top of the mountains, that's why you can't see me
You can't fucking talk to me
If you ain't never seen a hundred dollar million piece
Goin' 150 in the Redeye, tryna run from the police (Ooh)