[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
Fendi hold the Tec, yeah
Popping percocet, yeah
Jewelry on my neck, yeah
I got no regrets, yeah

Gucci hold the nine, yeah
Pop xans all the time, yeah
Bitches doing lines, yeah
I’m up in the sky, yeah

Too tired of this shit, I can’t think
Bitch leave me alone, I’m off a bean (off a bean)
I got different color diamonds on my ring
All these foreign bitches wanna link

Count my fucking guap, bitch (count my fucking guap)
No, you are not gang, you are an opp, bitch (you are a fucking opp)
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch? ([?])
I’m not gonna stop ‘till I’m on top, bitch (I’m on top, bitch)

Count my fucking guap, bitch (yеah, yeah, yeah)
No, you are not gang, you arе an opp, bitch
When did I say I was gonna stop, bitch?
I’m not gonna stop ‘till I’m on top, bitch
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