[Intro]
I'm smoking on 'za, this bitch fire, I can't even hit your–
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
[Verse]
Lil' nigga, I'm smoking on 'za, this bitch fire, I can't even hit your Breeze
Lil' bitch, hit your knees, you know she a bop, bitch gon' suck on me
I ain't never ever cop no pleas even when I was broke, nigga, I would've crashed on E
Nigga, they'll crash bout F, tryna diss on me, nigga, you gon' fast forward your death
Nigga, we ain't got no ref, no more face shots goin' for that bitch chest
She don't even like her chest, gave her ten, she went and got new breasts
All your dope be pressed, don't even want it, you can't even pass my tests
I walk in the club and the hoes gon' run in my section, I ain't even been there yet
Everybody know I'm next, young rich bastards, nigga, with NBA check
Lil' nigga, what's your flex? One of my watches cost all of your neck
These hoes want my sex, when she get it, she ain’t gon' never look back
I know this ain’t no Scat, regular 'Cat, nigga, I'll jailbreak that
Would've gave that lil' bitch everythin' under the sun, if she locked down that cat
Nigga, I already had a new house, I'm one of them ones, way before all these checks
Nigga, my house got a gate, I got eight cars, nigga, I couldn’t cry bought that
Nigga, hit your bitch don't cry 'bout that
Nigga, hit your bitch, get high 'bout that
I wouldn't even want that back, nigga I’m good, I’m over here countin' these racks
Nigga, this a hardwood classic came with the knife
Nigga, this a hardwood classic came with the knife, boy, this a real dope bag
Brand new Glock with a box on that
Brand new Glock with a box on the back
Nigga, I ride with 2-3-4-5 clips 'cause this bitch shoot too fast
Brand new Lamb', brand new Urus, I drive too fast
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I'm smoking on 'za, this bitch fire, I can't even hit your–
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
The whole world wanna be young rich bastard
[Verse]
Lil' nigga, I'm smoking on 'za, this bitch fire, I can't even hit your Breeze
Lil' bitch, hit your knees, you know she a bop, bitch gon' suck on me
I ain't never ever cop no pleas even when I was broke, nigga, I would've crashed on E
Nigga, they'll crash bout F, tryna diss on me, nigga, you gon' fast forward your death
Nigga, we ain't got no ref, no more face shots goin' for that bitch chest
She don't even like her chest, gave her ten, she went and got new breasts
All your dope be pressed, don't even want it, you can't even pass my tests
I walk in the club and the hoes gon' run in my section, I ain't even been there yet
Everybody know I'm next, young rich bastards, nigga, with NBA check
Lil' nigga, what's your flex? One of my watches cost all of your neck
These hoes want my sex, when she get it, she ain’t gon' never look back
I know this ain’t no Scat, regular 'Cat, nigga, I'll jailbreak that
Would've gave that lil' bitch everythin' under the sun, if she locked down that cat
Nigga, I already had a new house, I'm one of them ones, way before all these checks
Nigga, my house got a gate, I got eight cars, nigga, I couldn’t cry bought that
Nigga, hit your bitch don't cry 'bout that
Nigga, hit your bitch, get high 'bout that
I wouldn't even want that back, nigga I’m good, I’m over here countin' these racks
Nigga, this a hardwood classic came with the knife
Nigga, this a hardwood classic came with the knife, boy, this a real dope bag
Brand new Glock with a box on that
Brand new Glock with a box on the back
Nigga, I ride with 2-3-4-5 clips 'cause this bitch shoot too fast
Brand new Lamb', brand new Urus, I drive too fast
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