[Intro]
Yeah
Fuck is you doing, nigga?
Bainz in the building with me
Yeah
(Leek, that's fye right there)
Let's go
[Chorus]
You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we getting paid just to go on the stage
[Verse 1]
YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm paid
Twin on my face that got caught in the raid
I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the cage
Give me a year, I'ma cop me a maze
Stay in thе mall, call it stuck in my ways
I don't play games but I damn sure make plays
Plus if I start it, I know I'ma finish
Shе want a body and I want a milli'
Robbin' and killin'
Home of the murderers and some of the realest
I just be chilling, can't get in my feelings
They know I'm hard but don't wanna admit
Niggas be hating but I still go and get it
I'm in the trap, that bitch sending me titties
YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm committed
Bitch, it don't count if you broke and you pretty
Walk in the mall, ballin', John Wall
She keep on texting, I'm missin' her call
Dodging the bullshit, I can't fuck with at all
[?] they callin' the law
I want the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
Pissed off on IG but don't want no static
Elliot jewelry, my water Atlantic
Geeked out my mind on a whole 'nother planet
Yeah
Fuck is you doing, nigga?
Bainz in the building with me
Yeah
(Leek, that's fye right there)
Let's go
[Chorus]
You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the block
Now we getting paid just to go on the stage
[Verse 1]
YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm paid
Twin on my face that got caught in the raid
I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the cage
Give me a year, I'ma cop me a maze
Stay in thе mall, call it stuck in my ways
I don't play games but I damn sure make plays
Plus if I start it, I know I'ma finish
Shе want a body and I want a milli'
Robbin' and killin'
Home of the murderers and some of the realest
I just be chilling, can't get in my feelings
They know I'm hard but don't wanna admit
Niggas be hating but I still go and get it
I'm in the trap, that bitch sending me titties
YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm committed
Bitch, it don't count if you broke and you pretty
Walk in the mall, ballin', John Wall
She keep on texting, I'm missin' her call
Dodging the bullshit, I can't fuck with at all
[?] they callin' the law
I want the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
Pissed off on IG but don't want no static
Elliot jewelry, my water Atlantic
Geeked out my mind on a whole 'nother planet
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