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[Chorus: 2gaudy]
Said, "Don't get close to me, I'll cut you off like surgery"
And they all gon' notice me, yeah, that's the way it's supposed to be
I'm from a Honda Fit, got a couple more cars in my lineup
My gun like Ambien, it's gon' lay down and recline ya
Now I got [?], got a couple bags, might still need more
Versace shit up on my wrist, Air Force Ones they say Dior
They say, "This rap shit ain't for you,"
To get me to stop, you'll have to impeach me
Don't hit my DMs, you need a blue check to reach me (Yessir)
[Verse 1: 2gaudy]
I'm too far ahead
Ahead of the game, ahеad of the opps
All of these niggas act likе soda, in the end they get popped
Buy her Chanel when we shop, back of the car she gives top
Boy your career like a pancake, everything you make it flops
I be mixing Gucci with the Off-White, this shit can't go sour
I been living in the limelight, making money every hour
My dick she devour, she gon' eat it up like steak
I been hungry for the money, got blue cheese on my plate
I can't trust that she'll feel the same, feelings they fade away
Rainfalls and grey skies, see the same shit like every day
Can't trust no one, I can't even trust myself
Now I don't want to think, look to alcohol for help, oh
[Chorus: 2gaudy]
Said, "Don't get close to me, I'll cut you off like surgery"
And they all gon' notice me, yeah, that's the way it's supposed to be
I'm from a Honda Fit, got a couple more cars in my lineup
My gun like Ambien, it's gon' lay down and recline ya
Now I got [?], got a couple bags, might still need more
Versace shit up on my wrist, Air Force Ones they say Dior
They say, "This rap shit ain't for you,"
To get me to stop, you'll have to impeach me
Don't hit my DMs, you need a blue check to reach me (Yessir)
[Verse 1: 2gaudy]
I'm too far ahead
Ahead of the game, ahеad of the opps
All of these niggas act likе soda, in the end they get popped
Buy her Chanel when we shop, back of the car she gives top
Boy your career like a pancake, everything you make it flops
I be mixing Gucci with the Off-White, this shit can't go sour
I been living in the limelight, making money every hour
My dick she devour, she gon' eat it up like steak
I been hungry for the money, got blue cheese on my plate
I can't trust that she'll feel the same, feelings they fade away
Rainfalls and grey skies, see the same shit like every day
Can't trust no one, I can't even trust myself
Now I don't want to think, look to alcohol for help, oh
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