(KenzDean!)
(I’m at- I’m at Suecos, bitch!)
Fast, 400 on the dash
Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don’t really like to brag
Vetements socks when I’m steppin out of Sak’s
I’mma hit in the morning ’cause I’m whiskey dickin’
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin’ chickens
Free bro from the can I ain’t talkin’ whippits
Bitch I make beats and bad decisions
(Offset) Hit it, Imma drop the top and show her titties (Hit it)
Stars in the ceiling, wraith black I’m a villain (Wraith)
Fuck it, stack that money up right past a million (Fuck it)
(Hot) My flow be sick, I need some penicillin
Shawty tryna fuck me for these racks
Cat, slide on these niggas they get wet (Slide)
Betta get ya bitch, she on the ground tryna at me
Caught her in the lost and found, fucked her for a rack (Ay)
What the deal is, don’t care what the bill is (Bills)
Then I take her now Imma gang in the village
(Gang) I got real rich, (Rich) popped the seal quick
Bought a jet, I done take your bitch on field trips
Fast, 400 on the dash
Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don’t really like to brag
Vetements socks when I’m steppin out of Sak’s
I’mma hit in the morning ’cause I’m whiskey dickin’
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin’ chickens
Free bro from the can I ain’t talkin’ whippits
Bitch I make beats and bad decisions
You at Sueco’s
Get with the program
Lightskin bitch off that Lindsay Lohan
She off the dust
She off the Hillary Duff
Baby I ain’t trynna cuff, I’m just trynna bust
Wait hol’ up
You gotta play with my nuts, hmm
I’mma make a beat out your butt, hmm
007 James Bond
Double Oreo Stuffed
Double up my funds
She a vixen on the cam so I grab my iPhone
She dumb with the head got me doin’ a eye roll
She bad on film, gotta check out the B roll
Put my D in her V got her singin’ a C note
(I’m at- I’m at Suecos, bitch!)
Fast, 400 on the dash
Fifty five bills, buck fifty for the tax on the bag
I don’t really like to brag
Vetements socks when I’m steppin out of Sak’s
I’mma hit in the morning cause I’m whiskey dickin’
Got my brother out in Cashville flippin’ chickens
Free bro from the can I ain’t talkin’ whippits
Bitch I make beats and bad decisions
Oh word yeah that’s big facts
Three different mansions, ain’t know tellin where I live at
Bloody red Lamborghini got me screaming
Put that in the master Richard Mille
that be sittin on my wrist that we gon’ slide out
I could fly your bitch out the country without you findin’ out
Said she wants to be on the team, I let her try out
She ain’t getting dissed if she playin’ with her punani now
Yeah, she ain’t getting dissed if she playin’ with her punani now
My chain is lookin acky as water like a tsunami now
They told me not to tote on that 40 but shit be rockin now
They told me not to tote on that 40 but it’s impossible
Because niggas they be hatin’ they owe me so I keep a glock or two