Baguettes Yeat

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[Chorus]
(Go, go, go)
(Hey, blatt)
Pull off in that jet (Swerve)
Twin tucked two tucked TEC's in the trunk talking about the 'Vette (Skrr, hmm)
How'd I get all this bread? 'Kay ('Kay)
I'm boutta get me that hunnid', my wrist on baguettes, 'kay
I'm finna get way too high cause I'm good today
I'm finna put on that—, Richard Mille today
Way too much EDD, doin' some giveaways
Told 'em, "I'm really finna see who the realest face"
Finna go drop hunnid bands on some real estate
Can't even listen, I hear what the real ones say
Givenchy, the Louis, the Prada, thе oowee, not rockin' no Comme des Garçons ('Çons)
Unless, told that bitch it's from Hommе Plus (Oh, oh)
I seen the fake ass shoes on yo' feet, and the fake ass Jordans from Payless (Yeah)
Twin gon' pull up, ah, boom-boom-boom-boom, mane, that shit so stainless
I got some top in the back of the Coupe, Coupe, Coupe, Coupe, Coupe, that bitch go brainless
I'm boutta take all this shit to the roof, roof, roof, roof, roof, roof, bitch, I'm gon' break it, yeah
None of these bitches gon' chew, chew, chew, chew, yeah, all of 'em naked, yeah