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You know I don´t like nothin´ but my own way
(Red Dead, I´m so fuckin´ bumpin´, bruh)
Ain´t tryna make friends with none of you lame-ass niggas

Uh
Stayed down and took time, I had to grind just to make it here
I can feel a bitch nigga hatin´ in the atmosphere
See me at the function, guarantee there´s a gun in here
Shinin´ like a light ´cause my neck and wrist a chandelier
Hitters in the cut, take somethin´, boy, I double dare you
Drive the Hellcat like a bike, I´m a stunt devil
If you talkin´ down behind my back, then you know better
Woah (Let´s go)
Blue and green bullets in the clip like a Roman candle

Off-White shoes like I stepped in some Arm & Hammer
Spaceship coupe, she like "Damn, where the double handle?"
Poppin´ my shit, they like, "Damn, he ain´t got no manners"
Say he got the ´bows, we gon´ pull up, make ´em unhandle
Heard he got a bag, but he fumbled, he got no handles
The hood show me love, treat me like I´m Tony Montana

Thumbin´ through a hundred with no money counter
Boy, don´t make me mad, with this bread, throw a temper tantrum
Bitches on my dick ´cause I´m livin´ better
Balenciaga shoes, hell nah, these ain´t Margiela

Water on my wrist, better check the weather
Remember I was lost in the streets dancin´ with the devil
Grandma always said I´ma be special
Now I get paid just to talk up on the beat, nigga
I don´t want the bag if it´s seeds in ´em
Came a long way from bumper cars with the keys in ´em
He a bitch, he gon´ fold, I can see it in him
Go and knock ´em off, ain´t no playin´ Malcolm in the middle
I ain´t come to talk, I ain´t squashin´ beef with no nigga
Put the money in the vault, run the bread up with no feeling
Can´t trust a ho, tell a bitch I want no dealings
When I´m on the stage, guaranteed I got my pole with me (Let´s go)

Uh
Stayed down and took time, I had to grind just to make it here
I can feel a bitch nigga hatin´ in the atmosphere
See me at the function, guarantee there´s a gun in here
Shinin´ like a light ´cause my neck and wrist a chandelier
Hitters in the cut, take somethin´, boy, I double dare you
Drive the Hellcat like a bike, I´m a stunt devil
If you talkin´ down behind my back, then you know better
Woah (Let´s go)
Blue and green bullets in the clip like a Roman candle

Off-White shoes like I stepped in some Arm & Hammer
Spaceship coupe, she like "Damn, where the double handle?"
Poppin´ my shit, they like, "Damn, he ain´t got no manners"
Say he got the ´bows, we gon´ pull up, make ´em unhandle
Heard he got a bag, but he fumbled, he got no handles
The hood show me love, treat me like I´m Tony Montana