[Intro]
(1800 for you)
[Verse 1: DaeMoney]
My city, it get cold, Supreme coats in November
Supreme on my drawers, Supreme Timbs for the winter
Put me on the plate, bases loaded, ninth inning
My granddaddy a pastor, whole life, I've been sinning
Apple Pay for lean, I done went over the limit
Retired from the mall, I ain't been there in a minute
I just took a pill, I can feel that bitch kickin'
I live like GTA, gettin' payed for a mission
[Verse 2: Veeze]
He' bout to kill himself, you smoke crack, don't you?
No shoe strings, you tote MACs, don't you?
My brother keep lean, put no tax on me
I'm in Amiri jeans sippin' act like Corona
You can't chill in the trap, that's the K, boy, you sittin' on it
You can have these lil' thots, fucked 'em all, I can't get no more
You can come to my closet and shop, it's like different stores
That boy quiet like Kawhi, but he shootin' like that nigga Jordan
Boy, you so fuckin' broke, it's like you gettin' younger
The ho, she too young for me, DaeMoney still don't want her
My heart, that motherfucker cold and it's getting worser
Who me? The motherfuckin' G.O.A.T., I'm just getting G.O.A.T.er
I'm a walkin' talkin' comma, I can get her open
Took his bitch, it's been some weeks, that nigga livin' lonely
We done paralyzed his man, they call that nigga Soldier
Showed his ass so much brown, it's like Living Color
(1800 for you)
[Verse 1: DaeMoney]
My city, it get cold, Supreme coats in November
Supreme on my drawers, Supreme Timbs for the winter
Put me on the plate, bases loaded, ninth inning
My granddaddy a pastor, whole life, I've been sinning
Apple Pay for lean, I done went over the limit
Retired from the mall, I ain't been there in a minute
I just took a pill, I can feel that bitch kickin'
I live like GTA, gettin' payed for a mission
[Verse 2: Veeze]
He' bout to kill himself, you smoke crack, don't you?
No shoe strings, you tote MACs, don't you?
My brother keep lean, put no tax on me
I'm in Amiri jeans sippin' act like Corona
You can't chill in the trap, that's the K, boy, you sittin' on it
You can have these lil' thots, fucked 'em all, I can't get no more
You can come to my closet and shop, it's like different stores
That boy quiet like Kawhi, but he shootin' like that nigga Jordan
Boy, you so fuckin' broke, it's like you gettin' younger
The ho, she too young for me, DaeMoney still don't want her
My heart, that motherfucker cold and it's getting worser
Who me? The motherfuckin' G.O.A.T., I'm just getting G.O.A.T.er
I'm a walkin' talkin' comma, I can get her open
Took his bitch, it's been some weeks, that nigga livin' lonely
We done paralyzed his man, they call that nigga Soldier
Showed his ass so much brown, it's like Living Color
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