[Chorus]
I'm tryna really flex my Rolex, I went to her house and got no sex
Got fam in the ends who died, one day I'll be with your mum in Dubai, oh (Yeah)
I'm tryna really flex my Rolex, I went to her house and got no sex
Got fam in the ends who died, one day I'll be with your mum in Dubai, oh (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
I heard that my ex wanna talk to me
I fucked your bitch, now she callin' me
Try to square up, but I'm taller, G
And I'm ballin', G
I heard that my ex wanna talk to me
I fucked your bitch, now she callin' me
Try to square up, but I'm taller, G
And I'm ballin', G (Mmm)
[Verse 1]
Wе got bands, we got fans
Fuckin' bitches since thе pram, give a hand
Ethan Winters, that's the plan, ayy, ayy, ayy
We raid you, bitch, Clash of Clans
Screamo music in my 'phones, that's a jam
Gulag, no Warzone, we do this shit by hand
I fucked your bitch, gang-banged by the band
Yeah, the band, they's the mans, they the gang
Kick a pussy boy's shit, yeah, Jackie Chan
Out in Greece, I got a tan
Harder than a pansexual when they see a frying pan (So soapy)
I like my bitches so soapy, R.J., he needs a trophy
This that Digga D vs. Loski, so listen here, lil' broski
R.J. ain't a fucking joke, got a K in which we tote
Fuck your bitch and give her throat, look at all the songs I've wrote
So much beef on my plate, I can't eat it (I can't eat it)
So many bitches want my dick, I can't feed 'em (I can't feed 'em)
Uh, this L.P. vs. F.M. when we runnin' down your block (Block)
Got the Drac' out, now let's make your face a doodle, but let's leave out the cock (Cock)
Screamo, screamo, screamo, screamo, screamo's in my headphones
Bitches coming up to me, hoping they can get loans
Please stop talking, bitch, I just wanna be 'lone
R.J. looking icy, he's all dripped up in that Vlone, ayy (Ugh, ugh)
I'm a Shakespeare play, this the fuckin' hundredth scene, oh
Young R.J. been sippin' on that lean, ho
Mean? No, oh, a rapist? Oh, wait, me? No
I'm going 130 on an anti-speed zone
Fuck the feds, yeah, twelve, they don't fuck with me, no
Got a Rolex for my bitch, I be in the streets, oh
Fucked your sis' under the sheets, oh
But you still wanna know the details?
(Cor, fuck off, muhfucker, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm tryna really flex my Rolex, I went to her house and got no sex
Got fam in the ends who died, one day I'll be with your mum in Dubai, oh (Yeah)
I'm tryna really flex my Rolex, I went to her house and got no sex
Got fam in the ends who died, one day I'll be with your mum in Dubai, oh (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
I heard that my ex wanna talk to me
I fucked your bitch, now she callin' me
Try to square up, but I'm taller, G
And I'm ballin', G
I heard that my ex wanna talk to me
I fucked your bitch, now she callin' me
Try to square up, but I'm taller, G
And I'm ballin', G (Mmm)
[Verse 1]
Wе got bands, we got fans
Fuckin' bitches since thе pram, give a hand
Ethan Winters, that's the plan, ayy, ayy, ayy
We raid you, bitch, Clash of Clans
Screamo music in my 'phones, that's a jam
Gulag, no Warzone, we do this shit by hand
I fucked your bitch, gang-banged by the band
Yeah, the band, they's the mans, they the gang
Kick a pussy boy's shit, yeah, Jackie Chan
Out in Greece, I got a tan
Harder than a pansexual when they see a frying pan (So soapy)
I like my bitches so soapy, R.J., he needs a trophy
This that Digga D vs. Loski, so listen here, lil' broski
R.J. ain't a fucking joke, got a K in which we tote
Fuck your bitch and give her throat, look at all the songs I've wrote
So much beef on my plate, I can't eat it (I can't eat it)
So many bitches want my dick, I can't feed 'em (I can't feed 'em)
Uh, this L.P. vs. F.M. when we runnin' down your block (Block)
Got the Drac' out, now let's make your face a doodle, but let's leave out the cock (Cock)
Screamo, screamo, screamo, screamo, screamo's in my headphones
Bitches coming up to me, hoping they can get loans
Please stop talking, bitch, I just wanna be 'lone
R.J. looking icy, he's all dripped up in that Vlone, ayy (Ugh, ugh)
I'm a Shakespeare play, this the fuckin' hundredth scene, oh
Young R.J. been sippin' on that lean, ho
Mean? No, oh, a rapist? Oh, wait, me? No
I'm going 130 on an anti-speed zone
Fuck the feds, yeah, twelve, they don't fuck with me, no
Got a Rolex for my bitch, I be in the streets, oh
Fucked your sis' under the sheets, oh
But you still wanna know the details?
(Cor, fuck off, muhfucker, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
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