​​chandelier

[Intro]
(I don't feel anything)
(D-D-Divine)
(toker)

[Verse]
Yeah, fucked this ho in Europe, and I probably won't ever see her again
My main bitch text me back, like uh, I don't got time for that
I'm tryna run these, run these, run these, I'm tryna run these racks
I just stacked these hunnid, hunnid, hunnid racks
I just rolled this 'Wood, I'll be damned if I pass that shit
Every time I walk out the crib, designer shit
Every time I see you cryin', you cryin' 'bout that bitch
It ain't my fault I went and fucked her
I got a few thots, they my undercover lovers
I got a few Glocks, know that I keep 'em with my partners
I gotta keep this shit a hunnid
I gotta keep this shit a hunnid
I gotta keep this hunnid
That lil' bih been on me all night, I think that lil' bih want me
Bitch, we pop out at night, a scary sight, I don't think that you really want it
Huh, yeah
Yeah, I got diamonds on my ear
I got diamonds on my bitch too
That shit cost a chandelier
I'm like, "Who you think you talkin' to?"
I swear that shit ain't me
I'm sippin' on purple, purple, purple
Erase what's on the screen
Yeah, when I'm in the drop
I just came from New York, I'm gon' hit, fuck the house
By myself, I'm by my 'lone, 'lone, 'lone, 'lone
And she gon' suck this dick so much, fuckin' suck it strong
Yeah, if I got my Xanny, my Percs, you know I feel at home
All these n***as in the front tryna come in, gotta lock the door
All these n***as don't know, these n***as be lame, n***as be clones
Oh, tuh, ho
Shit, yeah, she pop that pussy, then she gone
I was too damn high, yeah, couldn't answer the phone
I'm finna get me a bad bitch, then take a flight to Rome
I really want me a Grammy, yeah, just wanna count these notes
[Outro]
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
My main bitch text me back, like uh, I don't got time for that (Woah, woah, woah)