[Verse 1]
Ay, Skinny buggin'
Lit about a half a pound, we smokin' zazi
Servin' fentanyl, this turn you to a lifeless body
Way I'm getting all these riches, bitch I feel like Roddy
Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny [?]
I be riding with that pistol while I count my money
Stay protected from these pussy niggas that be actin' funny
Make it rain up on my bitches 'til this shit get sunny
Shawty smarter than a bitch, but damn her head really go dummy
Fuck I look like being sad about some Thotiana?
Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari, bitch I'm really right behind ya
I put bread up on my team but I'm the one survivor
How my niggas switch up on me quick, man I can't trust a liar
[Verse 2]
Uh, ay
Diamond: 30 bands
Went and got a chain with your lil' money, bitch I'm buyin' land
I be on the beach in Costa Rica chillin' on the sand
Reason I don't need no poker face is you can't see my hands
Ay, make them bitches fold
Trappin' out departments with the bricks and y'all done went a told
How y'all niggas snitching in the city? Boy, this shit get cold
Fuck it; by the time police up on us, work already sold
Shit, the ATMs is changing systems. We already scammed
Might as well go grab your father's mother 'cause we sellin' grams
How you watching everything I do, man all you niggas fans
Bitch, I feel just like a German Shepherd way we swervin' lambs
Ay, Skinny buggin'
Lit about a half a pound, we smokin' zazi
Servin' fentanyl, this turn you to a lifeless body
Way I'm getting all these riches, bitch I feel like Roddy
Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny [?]
I be riding with that pistol while I count my money
Stay protected from these pussy niggas that be actin' funny
Make it rain up on my bitches 'til this shit get sunny
Shawty smarter than a bitch, but damn her head really go dummy
Fuck I look like being sad about some Thotiana?
Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari, bitch I'm really right behind ya
I put bread up on my team but I'm the one survivor
How my niggas switch up on me quick, man I can't trust a liar
[Verse 2]
Uh, ay
Diamond: 30 bands
Went and got a chain with your lil' money, bitch I'm buyin' land
I be on the beach in Costa Rica chillin' on the sand
Reason I don't need no poker face is you can't see my hands
Ay, make them bitches fold
Trappin' out departments with the bricks and y'all done went a told
How y'all niggas snitching in the city? Boy, this shit get cold
Fuck it; by the time police up on us, work already sold
Shit, the ATMs is changing systems. We already scammed
Might as well go grab your father's mother 'cause we sellin' grams
How you watching everything I do, man all you niggas fans
Bitch, I feel just like a German Shepherd way we swervin' lambs
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