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Baby she rocking Chanel
12 like what's that smell?
I'm high as shit you couldn't tell?
One hand her ass Odell
I'm feeling the peace of my people
Ain't talking bout Nobel
Balenci got mud wash
I never run out of my fashion, nigga got plenty
Imma go back to my hood
I'm missing Atlanta, back to my city
Whipping the fast cars
For how many bands?
Nigga like 20
Really gon' do this music shit
But fuck a lil' Grammy, give me a Benny
I'm flying to France
Balenci my passport
Ain't give you a chance
You might as well fast forward
I'm balling LeBron, Cavs
I shoot that bitch full court
You look at my motion lil nigga
I do it with full force
Latom
Spitting that fire like Latom
If that went over your head
You are not tapped in
I'm never tryna fuck on her friend
I got me the baddest
Need fit inspo peep my gram
Yo shit looking real average
I just be smoking on weed, I ain't gon' drink no more
It's bad for my health
All black Vetements fit
I look like a ninja, yeah
I'm moving with stealth
Always be getting that cash
But ain't gonna spend it on stupid shit got wealth
Stop comparing yourself to niggas, you ain't gon' go up
Focus yourself
Baby she rocking Chanel
12 like what's that smell?
I'm high as shit you couldn't tell?
One hand her ass Odell
Midnight I'm ringing the bell
Ong I'm giving them hell
Always stay ten toes
I never fold
Counting that bankroll
Feeling real old
Feel like that white Jamaican nigga, I'm so cold