[Verse 1: Blxckie]
Yeah
Tryna figure out how to go about it
I see right through these cappin', niggas still got the nerve to lie about it
My slime don't mess with you and it's no question, I'ma co-sign it
Hoppin' out the matt black in an all black fit, I'm ghost ridin'
Fuck it make the cash back flip, no hands, I get entertained by it
Say she fuckin' with the adlibs and the way I kinda have a slang 'bout it
Makin' sure the flow make 'em hoes choreo, yeah, let 'em dance bout it
Goin' to the fam to be honest, the only time I been a real cash out
Checkin' up on my niece like "What's thе fees?", It's cool, you can put on me
Checkin' out silver feeds, so it shinin'
Yеah, you can put that on me
[Verse 2: Nasty C]
Yeah, acquaints with some pilots
Let's go private, I'm 'bout to get on cheap
She think I'm her stylist, bitch you're wildin', you ain't never bet on me
I'm with the dogs in the ghetto deep
I smell good but I shit on beats
These hoes just can't get off me
Suck me til I get off beat
Should I go Rollie, Patek or AP?
Aye I wanna just get all 3
I hop in Mercedes and heat up the seats
And that bitch say "Hello C"
I'm in the cut like a editor
I'm gettin' racks in the metaverse, yeah
Any bitch I made a ex, the next nigga met with a better her, yah
I'm fallin' in love with designer
When Virgil died I was hella hurt
I lied about kickin' the cup, just the other day I was on hella perks
She never met me then she never met a jerk
7 AM is my get out of bed alert, yeah
Get to the bread alert
Okay, give me some head alert, yeah
Yeah
Tryna figure out how to go about it
I see right through these cappin', niggas still got the nerve to lie about it
My slime don't mess with you and it's no question, I'ma co-sign it
Hoppin' out the matt black in an all black fit, I'm ghost ridin'
Fuck it make the cash back flip, no hands, I get entertained by it
Say she fuckin' with the adlibs and the way I kinda have a slang 'bout it
Makin' sure the flow make 'em hoes choreo, yeah, let 'em dance bout it
Goin' to the fam to be honest, the only time I been a real cash out
Checkin' up on my niece like "What's thе fees?", It's cool, you can put on me
Checkin' out silver feeds, so it shinin'
Yеah, you can put that on me
[Verse 2: Nasty C]
Yeah, acquaints with some pilots
Let's go private, I'm 'bout to get on cheap
She think I'm her stylist, bitch you're wildin', you ain't never bet on me
I'm with the dogs in the ghetto deep
I smell good but I shit on beats
These hoes just can't get off me
Suck me til I get off beat
Should I go Rollie, Patek or AP?
Aye I wanna just get all 3
I hop in Mercedes and heat up the seats
And that bitch say "Hello C"
I'm in the cut like a editor
I'm gettin' racks in the metaverse, yeah
Any bitch I made a ex, the next nigga met with a better her, yah
I'm fallin' in love with designer
When Virgil died I was hella hurt
I lied about kickin' the cup, just the other day I was on hella perks
She never met me then she never met a jerk
7 AM is my get out of bed alert, yeah
Get to the bread alert
Okay, give me some head alert, yeah
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