[Intro]
Uh, oh
(PLAYMAKERS)
Damn
[Chorus]
I never thought that I'd be the fault
Or I'd take a loss, it made me a boss
I saved me a vault and got me a loft
I don't need a vouch, 'cause I paid the cost
I never thought that I'd see a drought
'Cause we get it in and we get it out
Made it out the south, I'm drippin' like sauce
I never thought that that let me out
Took another route, made it through the clouds
A jet through the clouds, a bigger amount
I never thought
[Verse 1]
Get them racks, split with the broadie
These hatеrs blockers, cost a goalie (Cost a grip)
I nevеr thought I'd serve a birdie
But I always knew I'd cop a Rollie
I never thought I'd be on road tourin'
I can see me on the billboard
Lick a spliffy in my Rick Owens
Poppin' Molly, rockin' Tom Ford
You know it's the latest
I can't cop it, that shit is outdated
You know I'm impatient
Shop in NYC, LA and Vegas
All your bitches basic
My bitches got titties and anus
They fuck me, don't care if I'm famous
I don't save a number, she nameless
We pop and drill shit like we made it
Interview with the FADER, I'm faded
Black and white diamonds, shit segregated
Niggas know that throw shade, they so shady
And from my heart, I ain't changin'
I walk to the left cause I'm bangin'
Ain't tryna get used to no faces
Hell nah, I'm unrelated
Uh, oh
(PLAYMAKERS)
Damn
[Chorus]
I never thought that I'd be the fault
Or I'd take a loss, it made me a boss
I saved me a vault and got me a loft
I don't need a vouch, 'cause I paid the cost
I never thought that I'd see a drought
'Cause we get it in and we get it out
Made it out the south, I'm drippin' like sauce
I never thought that that let me out
Took another route, made it through the clouds
A jet through the clouds, a bigger amount
I never thought
[Verse 1]
Get them racks, split with the broadie
These hatеrs blockers, cost a goalie (Cost a grip)
I nevеr thought I'd serve a birdie
But I always knew I'd cop a Rollie
I never thought I'd be on road tourin'
I can see me on the billboard
Lick a spliffy in my Rick Owens
Poppin' Molly, rockin' Tom Ford
You know it's the latest
I can't cop it, that shit is outdated
You know I'm impatient
Shop in NYC, LA and Vegas
All your bitches basic
My bitches got titties and anus
They fuck me, don't care if I'm famous
I don't save a number, she nameless
We pop and drill shit like we made it
Interview with the FADER, I'm faded
Black and white diamonds, shit segregated
Niggas know that throw shade, they so shady
And from my heart, I ain't changin'
I walk to the left cause I'm bangin'
Ain't tryna get used to no faces
Hell nah, I'm unrelated
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