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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas act like hos when they hos think I'm handsome
He act like he ain't know me, but be searchin' on his Samsung
Nigga play me foul, I got two shots for him, and one
Hundreds on me old as hell, probably got a grandson (wow)
Fly, I can land some, your mans wearin' fake shit
Gangnam just blew a full zip on some Bape shit
Stupid man, playing with my name, get your face hit
White slip, feel like Zel when that K hit (okay)
Love a bitch with a man that fuck me and don't say shit
Had this bitch bendin' back for me like The Matrix
'Fore you eat my dick up, baby girl, say your graces (grace)
I'll turn you up, you got Chanel, fuck them Asics
Niggas far from basic, hos say I'm extravagant (extravagant)
Talking to a bad lil' bitch, damn near forgot the half of it
Baby throwin' box at me like I'm mailing packages (uh-huh)
14 in the trap, I'm in the swats with the savages
Yeah, 20 bands on me (duh), 40 bands on me (duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (huh), what she smell on me (wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (crash), I got bail money (on God)
Heavyweight nigga (yeah), throw a scale on me (on God)
Yeah, 20 bands on me (duh), 40 bands on me (duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (huh), what she smell on me (wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (crash), I got bail money (on God)
Heavyweight nigga (yeah), throw a scale on me (on God)
T-T-Throw a scale on me (scale)
Want me come turn up your city? Here my Zelle number (huh)
I don't trust everybody 'cause they might just tell on me (tell)
Black 'Cat, wide body, pull up, sound like hell comin'
Box email truck, just know I got a bail on me
I don't spread Chanel on me, so they gon' say I smell funny
I wasn't servin' shit, had a lil' nigga makin' sales for me
And I was still rapping at that time, doing a dub a week
When I, when I jumped out of school, I went to hug the streets
Two hos just for me, I got 'em waiting at the Double Tree
I'ma sting both of they ass like a bumblebee
40 thousand on me, so a thousand is a crumb to me (on God)
Yeah, 20 bands on me (duh), 40 bands on me (duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (huh), what she smell on me (wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (crash), I got bail money (on God)
Heavyweight nigga (yeah), throw a scale on me (on God)
Yeah, 20 bands on me (duh), 40 bands on me (duh)
Yves Saint Laurent (huh), what she smell on me (wow)
I'm good for crash-outs (crash), I got bail money (on God)
Heavyweight nigga (yeah), throw a scale on me (on God)
(Congratulations, you just want a lifetime supply of home appliances)