[Verse 1: boolymon]
Slap a fuckboy, and take his loot
I'm in the building, kickin’ shit with lil yuke
Talkin’ bout SSO, we don't know you
Stop pillow talking cause that's what your hoes do
If you a snake in the grass, I'll mow you
Drop that bread on my head, I’mma toast you
I got that asthma but I'll still smoke you
When I get rich, bought chains for my whole crew
I'm with the britz bruh countin too much blues
Stupid ass slut, I'm not gon fuck you
I pop the X, you know I had to boot
Got the .556 boy I'm trynna hunch you
I got the Honda Civic, I don't got no coupe
He got Glock but he won't shoot

[Verse 2: yuke]
These n***as just tried to DM
Talkin bout SSO, we gon spin
Balmain jeans cost your rent
Straight tags on my denim
You n***as be riding in rentals
[?] then you let em
Can't be me you can't catch up
Had to show him the pole told him back up
N***a get wrapped up tryna [?]
[?] til he mad, lil bruh
I just want drugs and thе fashion, bruh
Back then, I was not having nothin’
Servin this shit, gotta bag it up
Know that I'm taxin em
Told bad bitch to back it up
Know that I'm crackin hеr
I slide with that MAC
Bitch, I'm still tech savvy, yuh
All my bitches want tabis, yuh
Me and twin live like Liv and Maddie, yuh
30 frames feel like I'm laggin, yuh
Still pink that's not Act, lil bruh
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