[Intro: DJ Smokey]
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[Chorus: LUCKI]
I'm Clark in the Saks, Superman trying for it
Pretty ho with me get Chanel 'cause I'm bored
I just give a stripper ho a few days off
I-I don't want the pussy I just do it 'cause I'm bored
You keep with us you tied to me
Two percs in 'cause my eyes still sore
Letting my ex go might be cheap
Ain't no drama that I can't-
Nuke Radio, Nuke
We make your ear drums bleed
Is you tired of me?
Is you tired of me? yeah
Is you tired of me? yeah, yеah
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I'm Clark in the Saks, Superman trying for it
Pretty ho with me get Chanel 'cause I'm bored
I just give a stripper ho a few days off
I-I don't want the pussy I just do it 'cause I'm bored
You keep with us you tied to me
Two percs in 'cause my eyes still sore
Letting my ex go might be cheap
Ain't no drama that I can't afford
You keep with us you tied to me
[Verse 1: LUCKI]
Yeah, you gettin' richer, but you still a lil' boy
Supercharged Jeep I'm tryna creep
My bitch getting sick 'cause the speed and the noise
You keep with us you tied to me
Don't act like you ain't tryin' either
I just get dudes that tell me I'm lonely
That's why I need you to ride with me

[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Doin' a show I'm always on the road
Anything I drop is gon' go
I don't know you n***as I'm not your bro
She gon' like anything that I post
She said she never been in a ghost
Louis V my wrist is on froze
I scratch a n***a off like a list
All these drugs show up in my piss
She want stay the night, alright
Baby we gon' be alright, alright
Evisu jeans my hoodie, off white
Tris drop like a leaf in the sprite
I told you once, I'm gonna tell you again
You ain't gotta lie to them, you ain't gotta pretend
Sippin on wok in the back of the Benz
You is my bae, but lean my best friend
N***a run a chopper take off his face
When I hop in the booth I ain't writing shit, do it first take
I might fuck on your bitch we can't go on a date
I ran up a hundred bands fucked it up then I ran it up again
I fucked on your bitch I'm gon' fuck her again
Moncler, Moncler, Moncler, Moncler, Moncler, Moncler
Bought out the store then I bought it out again
[Verse 3: Joeyy]
Shirts in the closet they still got the tag hanging on
Carrying this newman's bag the gym must be paying off
Walk inside there's cameras in my face like I'm Adin Ross
You don't gotta sell me on the drank just tell me the cost
Pouring water out the glass thoughts replaced with the cream
Dsquared on my body don't fit in Celine
I'm nodding off, then coming to, I'm flirting with the dream
I'm at my own show I need to know when I can leave
Ten pair of GATs I bought every pair half asleep
I can't invite you to this party I don't know the deets
I'm with my one and she don't fuck with what's before the three
I don't play basketball but I just dropped a three
Holy shit!
DJ Smokey