Letras
Mm
Thirty eight shit
Fifty-five hundred shit, yeah
Oh my god, I can't believe it Showoutt
Diamond rocks
In the watch
Make it drop
Like a top
Gimme top
Gimme slop
I got knots
Pockets on garlic knots (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas, they screamin' out slime
I need that lambo, I'm paintin' it lime
Straight to the top, ain't waiting in line
My bitch 5'5", I'm 5500 though
You need a bag to fuck with my main bitch (yeah yeah yeah)
I stay consistent, these niggas complainin'
Got it out the mud, got it out the pavement
These bitches gon' fuck, they thinkin' I'm famous
We goin' a-list
Ion need no friends (no friends)
I'm eating good, that shit slapped like a backhand
I'm 18, yeah, I'm in a Benz, I'm getting them back ends
You talkin' that shit but you don't never make it happen
They took me as a joke, now I'm in the bay laughing
Right to the bank
Garlic knots in my pocket
Robnhood, that's my partner
He got that 30, he cock it
Bitches they thinkin' I'm cocky
They doin' splits and pilates
All of this flexin', I'm 'ocky
My sneakers Giuseppe Zanotti
Mm
In the coup I done caught me a body
My money can't fit in no wallet
I swear that these niggas ain't solid
Mm
I swear that these niggas ain't solid
Look at my ice, it's so rocky
Ice in all of my watches
Mm
If I ever took your hoe, I'm truly sorry (I'm not sorry)
I got all kinda hoes in the lobby
On that 1942, I'm tryna party
I got all kinda drugs in my body
I got pills, I got weed, I got lean, I got molly
I got big boys deals, nigga, tell me I ain't poppin
I got seven different cribs, sleep ain't ever been a option
F and N blue tips, came a long way from robbing