Yeah, babe, I'm countin' hundreds
I ain't even thinkin' bout ***
She likes my YouTube humble
She see my crib, that's a flex
Yeah, nigga, I'm far from broke
16,000 for rent
I keep talkin' *, but won't say it again
Chrome hearts all on my body, ayy
Rick Owens, baby, I'm stylin', yeah
Wakin' up in Guatemala
I'm in that AMG, fuckers are chargin'
I'm gettin' high with booties
We right down the street from Sonny
I don't even wanna go to no club tonight
Unless we got booze, I got money
Don't go,
bro,
tryna keep up with this nigga,
ayy
Devil or dummy,
I'm on my way right now,
don't rush me
I just want you for the night,
she blowin' me I got my niggas all wild on the campus
Get her on back,
my hoe independent I need some drink,
the money,
I zelled it
I put my ice on the scale and it broke it We got guns on guns,
who the * you think
you robbin'?
Yeah,
my drag go bi***ual I pull his ass out the closet
Yeah,
I'm in the trail,
my niggas recordin' this song off a logic
Yeah,
I keep them racks in the bank,
but I got some racks in my pocket
Yeah,
these hoes ain't show no love back then,
so I can keep on walkin'
I put my dick in her mouth while she talkin' I lost my puff,
but I found me a perk
Posted in Philly like I'm Uzi Vert
Posted with hoes I ain't got no respect
Posted with guns,
that's a Glock and a Tech I'm out of town and I might not come back
I can't focus right now,
I'm stressed I got flyers for just to watch Shrek
Baby,
I'ma put you through a test Baby,
can't count all these packs
I'm out here lookin' for a walk,
not take I know it get you higher,
though
But I wanna taste it bad She wanna know when I'm comin' home
I'ma just send her a text It's my letter to you
It's * me to * you,
too I can barely stand doin' drives in a booth
I'm in the tootsie to shawty, ain't got no room
Yeah,
babe,
I'm countin' up hunnids I ain't even thinkin' bout' ***
She likes to watch YouTube,
humble She see my cred,
that's a flex
Yeah,
nigga,
I'm far from broke Sixteen thousand for rent
Her G talkin' *,
but won't say it again Chrome hurts all my body,
ayy
Rick Owens,
baby,
I'm stylin' Yeah,
wakin' up in Guatemala
I'm in that AMG,
fuckers are chargin' I'm gettin' high with booty
We right down the street from Sonny I
don't even wanna go to no club tonight
Unless you got booked for that money