Lyrics

And I hop out the coupe Yo' bitch show me her boobs Start fuckin' wit me Yo' BF a tool Designer on me Balenci my shoes Now he lookin' like Steve Go get a clue Workoholic, plenty watches, I get money i'm never stallin' I'm just chillen in my crib I'mma put you on like a baby bib Pocket watchin, why she callin See her lookin on my page and i'm blockin' Plenty bitches, rockstar livin, empathy lost, i'm a villain Pull up in a AMG or Honda, don't matter to me As long as I pull up and i'm fly as fuck, for you to see No logos on my shirts, I keep my outfits classy as can be I'm dressin' real exotic, this is pure originality Look, it's my neck on froze, you stupid and buy your shit just to flex On the hoes They don't give two shits about your little check From a loan Or your VLONE, please go home, you not my homes Ha! pick up that water Middle aged men hate me 'cuz I fuck on they daughter New bag I bought her, slaughter Anakin Skywalker, just like I am your father Look at this trick I just taught her She do so well I applaud her Yeah, i'm her biggest supporter I'm not accepting your offer And she don't care if you sought her So much swag, I might lend some to you If you a lame you won't be able to catch me right after I- Hop out the coupe Yo' bitch show me her boobs Start fuckin' wit me Yo' BF a tool Designer on me Balenci my shoes Now he lookin' like Steve Go get a clue No you not S Class! Fuck out my face If you not S Class you D Class Know what that D stand for? Down bad Fuck outta' here
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