[Intro: Brezden & Gucci Mane]
Yeah (1017)
I watched Barbie with a bitch who look better than—, ayy (Brr)
[Chorus: Brezden]
Ayy, I watched Barbie with a bitch who look better than Margot (She look bad)
Already know it's me when you see Birkies with the cargos (You already know)
Gotta run it up 'cause I might lose it all tomorrow (Run it up)
I done ran it up all by myself, ain't had to borrow (I ain't ask)
I ain't borrow, I had to grind for this shit (On God)
How the fuck I say like any word and it rhymes with this shit? (How the hell?)
I done stole a couple classes, I take my time with this shit (Take my time)
I watched Barbie with a pretty girl that's fine as it gets (She fine as hell)
[Verse 1: Brezden]
Damn, I stay with my Barbie, but my pockets flexin', kin to dough (Kin)
Bitch, I'm havin' motion, they know me from Chatt' to Kennesaw (I'm havin' motion)
Everything I drop is hot, I make 'em nod like fentanyl (I got 'em noddin')
Ain't it crazy, I could post my pockets and just piss 'em off? (How the hell?)
Missin' dough, please don't try no shit, don't get me started (Don't)
Landed off that plane and smoked a blunt, I was in Charlotte (On God)
I might do a show, then take my sister's kids to Target (Uh)
You should read a book, you ain't got no face in the market (Read a book)
My lil' brother trappin' bubba like it's Facebook Market (My lil' bro)
How the fuck I feel so hot but got my feet under carpet? (How the hell?)
Fuck a fork, I use my hands to eat the beat up, I'm starvin' (Fuck a fork)
Eighteen but catching plays, I tell 'em, "D up like Marvin" (D up like Marvin)
All these trappers like that one signer, first name Marvin (Gaye)
Got 'em studying my work, just like my last name Darwin (I feel like Jay)
Feel like Ye, I'm goin' ham, just like my first name Darvin (How the hell?)
When you worth a couple bucks, I swear the words ain't harming (Okay, racks)
Ayy, white girl ain't wearing pink, that's Barbie
Standing out, no fitting in (Standing out)
Bitch, I'm blowin' gas, ain't back in school, ain't finna hit the pen (This ain't school)
I stayed in that gym until I knew that I wouldn't miss again (Shootin' shots)
"Ooh, that cracker ballin' just like Dickinson from Michigan" (Ooh, he ballin')
We keep getting sacks up, ain't no switching, send that blitz again (Send that blitz)
Already took that pic', but this expensive, wear that fit again (What the fuck?)
You would think I'm mic'd up, let 'em hear me talk my shit again (Mic'd up)
Please don't kill my vibe, I'm telling God that I'm gon' sin again (Please don't kill my vibe)
Yeah (1017)
I watched Barbie with a bitch who look better than—, ayy (Brr)
[Chorus: Brezden]
Ayy, I watched Barbie with a bitch who look better than Margot (She look bad)
Already know it's me when you see Birkies with the cargos (You already know)
Gotta run it up 'cause I might lose it all tomorrow (Run it up)
I done ran it up all by myself, ain't had to borrow (I ain't ask)
I ain't borrow, I had to grind for this shit (On God)
How the fuck I say like any word and it rhymes with this shit? (How the hell?)
I done stole a couple classes, I take my time with this shit (Take my time)
I watched Barbie with a pretty girl that's fine as it gets (She fine as hell)
[Verse 1: Brezden]
Damn, I stay with my Barbie, but my pockets flexin', kin to dough (Kin)
Bitch, I'm havin' motion, they know me from Chatt' to Kennesaw (I'm havin' motion)
Everything I drop is hot, I make 'em nod like fentanyl (I got 'em noddin')
Ain't it crazy, I could post my pockets and just piss 'em off? (How the hell?)
Missin' dough, please don't try no shit, don't get me started (Don't)
Landed off that plane and smoked a blunt, I was in Charlotte (On God)
I might do a show, then take my sister's kids to Target (Uh)
You should read a book, you ain't got no face in the market (Read a book)
My lil' brother trappin' bubba like it's Facebook Market (My lil' bro)
How the fuck I feel so hot but got my feet under carpet? (How the hell?)
Fuck a fork, I use my hands to eat the beat up, I'm starvin' (Fuck a fork)
Eighteen but catching plays, I tell 'em, "D up like Marvin" (D up like Marvin)
All these trappers like that one signer, first name Marvin (Gaye)
Got 'em studying my work, just like my last name Darwin (I feel like Jay)
Feel like Ye, I'm goin' ham, just like my first name Darvin (How the hell?)
When you worth a couple bucks, I swear the words ain't harming (Okay, racks)
Ayy, white girl ain't wearing pink, that's Barbie
Standing out, no fitting in (Standing out)
Bitch, I'm blowin' gas, ain't back in school, ain't finna hit the pen (This ain't school)
I stayed in that gym until I knew that I wouldn't miss again (Shootin' shots)
"Ooh, that cracker ballin' just like Dickinson from Michigan" (Ooh, he ballin')
We keep getting sacks up, ain't no switching, send that blitz again (Send that blitz)
Already took that pic', but this expensive, wear that fit again (What the fuck?)
You would think I'm mic'd up, let 'em hear me talk my shit again (Mic'd up)
Please don't kill my vibe, I'm telling God that I'm gon' sin again (Please don't kill my vibe)
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