When I´m out of town, I be trippin´, I be on one Huh, why he takin´ pictures in that Lamb´? He don´t own one
Shades on my face, not Dior, these the Chrome ones He said he a rapper, I ain´t never heard his song once Fuckin´ with my son, I´ll shoot a nigga dome up Everybody started actin´ weird when I glowed up
If I get a deal, I get the max pay When I argue with my girl, she send an essay I rock Balenci´ when I´m chillin´ on my rest day I´m tryna kick it with your ho, I´m bein´ messy Niggas hatin´ on me ´cause I turned my son up (Turned my son up) Litter than these niggas, he ain´t even turn one (Turn one) Balenci´ on my Crocs, I only wear the fur ones He say he got a plaque, but he ain´t even deserve one
Yeah, I fucked the bitch but that´s my friend, though (Yeah) Pull up in a Beamer, not no Benz, ho (Bimmer truck) Freak ho actin´ like an angel She wan´ take a trip out to Caicos (Caicos) Came up with the bros and we stayed there (Stayed there) Hundred racks a day, yeah, this ain´t fair (Ain´t fair) Yeah, I hit your ho when I had pink hair (Pink hair) Whip for my ho and it got pink chairs (Pink chairs, pink chairs) When I´m out of town, I drop fifty like I´m Kobe (Twenty-four)
I don´t walk through metal detectors ´cause I´m always rockin´ Chrome (Chrome Heart) Five forever, bitch, only number that I know I´m gon´ rep the 5 until I die, put stars on my tomb (Stars on my tomb) They hate me ´cause I´m rich, but they loved when I was poor (Of course) Balenciaga trips, I fucked around and bought the store (Bought the store, bought the store)
When I´m out of town, I be trippin´, I be on one Huh, why he takin´ pictures in that Lamb´? He don´t own one Shades on my face, not Dior, these the Chrome ones He said he a rapper, I ain´t never heard his song once
Fuckin´ with my son, I´ll shoot a nigga dome up Everybody started actin´ weird when I glowed up