Cry in a Rolls Royce Chetta

[Verse]
Givenchy my jeans, Givenchy my sleeves
I'm all on a pack and sweating out beans
I fit fifty racks inside of my skinny's
I'm shooting at mice and I'm fucking on Minnie
I bet when they see me, they all gonna feel me
I'm running the scene, yeah, they all gonna feel me
A bad lil bitch, she can't stand me, but feel me
Was all in my bag, now they tell me they with me
They better not be, riding alone, semi won't choke
Light up my dope, we want the smoke
Don't need no friends or no circles
Keeping it tucked, I'm a turtle
Pour up my drink till it's purple
Pull up like urkle, hop out, I'm popping like virgins
She wanna fuck with that murder, come and get murdered
All of that bullshit unheard of
Wet up the block like I'm squirtle
Hotboy, I pull up with burners
All of you bitches so worthless, can't play a lie to a king
I heard you not what you seem, baby don't, baby, don't leave

[Refrain]
Don't leave, don't leave
Baby don't, baby, don't leave, no, baby, don't leave
Don't leave, don't leave
Baby don't, baby, don't leave, no, baby, don't leave
Don't leave, don't leave
Baby don't, baby, don't leave, no, baby, don't leave
Don't leave, don't leave
Baby don't, baby, don't leave, no, baby, don't leave