[Chorus]
I've been sippin' homie, I've been livin' homie
You been trippin' homie, you been trippin' on me
I've been goin' crazy, I've been takin' trips homie
I've been goin' brazy, huh, I've been trippin on em'
I put the swag on for 30 days, I done lost my mind
I put the mask on they think I'm crazy, sayin' I lost my mind
I do the swag shit all the time
Baby I'm the fashion demon, I jumped out of hell with a leather jacket on
[Verse 1]
They tryna' hate, they text some shit bout' me, say I get money and pass it on
Yeah, come in this bitch I'm fresh, I'm fly, lil' bitch I got it on
Huh, say she like my glasses, say she lovin' my cologne
I'm the shit, and they can tell
What's that smell? Bitch it's Lone
Huh, yeah I got it on me
Talkin' bout a bankroll bitch it's on me
Talkin' bout a F.N., bitch it's on me
Talkin' bout yo bitch, I got her in the backseat playin' wit her pussy sound like macaroni
I love gushers and she gushy, I like when she put it on me
Doin' this shit for my homies, been doin' this shit for all my homies
I'm pourin' up for my homies, fuck 12 tell them niggas to free my homies
I got a whole lotta' guala, I put on a all black fit bitch free Black Gwallah
I count up every dollar, bitch tryna' hate my swag I'm a make her swallow
Huh, if a nigga tryna hate my swag I'm a make him choke
Huh, I'm a make him choke every word a nigga gon' die
Huh, I walk in this bitch wit' the fye
Baby I'm fresh, baby I'm fly
Who that nigga, no he not I
I'm the Top Floor Boss, bitch I'm that guy
Yeah, and I get high, and all my bitches finer
Walk in, dripped in all designer
Yeah I got a taste, and all my shit is timeless
Nah I don't rock watches, I got pointer bracelets bitch I'm shining
Huh, check out my diamonds, but don't look too close cause they might blind ya'
I've been sippin' homie, I've been livin' homie
You been trippin' homie, you been trippin' on me
I've been goin' crazy, I've been takin' trips homie
I've been goin' brazy, huh, I've been trippin on em'
I put the swag on for 30 days, I done lost my mind
I put the mask on they think I'm crazy, sayin' I lost my mind
I do the swag shit all the time
Baby I'm the fashion demon, I jumped out of hell with a leather jacket on
[Verse 1]
They tryna' hate, they text some shit bout' me, say I get money and pass it on
Yeah, come in this bitch I'm fresh, I'm fly, lil' bitch I got it on
Huh, say she like my glasses, say she lovin' my cologne
I'm the shit, and they can tell
What's that smell? Bitch it's Lone
Huh, yeah I got it on me
Talkin' bout a bankroll bitch it's on me
Talkin' bout a F.N., bitch it's on me
Talkin' bout yo bitch, I got her in the backseat playin' wit her pussy sound like macaroni
I love gushers and she gushy, I like when she put it on me
Doin' this shit for my homies, been doin' this shit for all my homies
I'm pourin' up for my homies, fuck 12 tell them niggas to free my homies
I got a whole lotta' guala, I put on a all black fit bitch free Black Gwallah
I count up every dollar, bitch tryna' hate my swag I'm a make her swallow
Huh, if a nigga tryna hate my swag I'm a make him choke
Huh, I'm a make him choke every word a nigga gon' die
Huh, I walk in this bitch wit' the fye
Baby I'm fresh, baby I'm fly
Who that nigga, no he not I
I'm the Top Floor Boss, bitch I'm that guy
Yeah, and I get high, and all my bitches finer
Walk in, dripped in all designer
Yeah I got a taste, and all my shit is timeless
Nah I don't rock watches, I got pointer bracelets bitch I'm shining
Huh, check out my diamonds, but don't look too close cause they might blind ya'
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