Got her off that, got her off that, got her off that, got her off that, got her off that, got her off that Damn freelance, yeah, this ain't no 48, this that new news, yeah, yeah Go in the gym, watch some stage, *** around, lose a tooth, yeah, yeah She give her that mouth from the stage, she ain't even use no tooth, yeah, yeah She give her that box from the stage, I ain't have to get no room, yeah, yeah Chrome hearts, my *** cold like perfume, yeah, yeah Wraiths and stripes, now my Rari, this gon' zoom, yeah, yeah In the kitchen, we be up just like it's two, yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm stuck, I'm just geek to the moon, yeah, yeah Shoot it up, then them bars better move, yeah, yeah Tiffany flute, diamonds hit just like a pool, yeah, yeah Lots of pink diamonds, *** didn't change my mood, yeah, yeah Been wearing Gucci shoes ever since I was in school, yeah, yeah Stomp those niggas out, I ain't have to buy no lube, yeah, yeah Make all the opps scurry, yeah, yeah Shoot like Steph Curry, yeah, yeah Get burnt, burnt, burnt, yeah, yeah Get burnt, burnt, burnt, yeah, yeah No limit like Percy, yeah, yeah Ain't no way you can swerve me, yeah, yeah Smoke good gas, mic off back Move good work, that's soft pack Got her off that gig, got her off that gig Got her off that gig, got her off that gig Got her off that gig, got her off that gig Got her off that gig, damn, relax White diamonds flickin' like the damn moon, yeah, yeah Bitch a worry, I'm a *** her like a goon, yeah, yeah I just started, might as well take it strong, yeah, yeah Threw the fishin' rod in and took off on a boat, woo Calabon guy, diamonds on me, blue just like the ocean Turn me that white girl on the corner, ball the plat I'm rollin', sellin' a bird call Niggas gon' be comin' through, he'll torture Swaggin' court, tied, trippin' referee up in some mornings Love my princess cuts, love my drr-drr-drr High performance, ain't gon' trust no slug Better get naked, cook, don't count my money Eliante, solitary, sellin' ideas that come from Johnny Jet black, double R with a bunny, brr, clock, brr, clock Double C's, pushin' up with the locs Gucci socks all the way up to my knee Bartman watch, just to match my key Stuff on the gas, can't see when I leave Switchin' up gears, put you on, on my feet Bust a AP, gotta turn to the T Dirty diamonds on me, huh Got my money, got chickies Riding with a brand new tummy Got 2,000 bullets if I squeeze Two hundred, uh-huh, uh-huh Four feet, uh-huh, uh-huh You can't pay if my niggas can turn to a preacher, uh-huh Smokin' M3's, uh-huh, uh-huh Mic off, uh-huh, uh-huh Women ain't good, work, uh-huh That's all bad, uh-huh