(I´m working on dying) Broke boy Hello? Hello? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Oogie Mane, he killed it) I get big guap (Hello?)
That by no choice (Yeah)
Niggas hatinâ (Yeah) Man, it´s so annoyin´ (What?) I get big guap (Guap) Thatâs by no choice I got big choppers That make no noise We get fast guap Y´all them slow boys You´s a broke boy I´m a cold boy (Boy) White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) They look like coke, boy Oh, you dry snitchin´? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You´ll get soaked, boy This a Molly, baby This ain´t Altoid
This is not a Porsche, this a Rolls-Royce Pull up in that new Lamb´, cost four Fords (Yeah) Yeah, big shit that you canât afford, yeah Pull up skrrtinâ then I slam my doors I know that they watchin´ me I know that they watchinâ me I know that they watchin´ me, ooh I can´t make a move I can´t make a move I canât make a move I know that they watchin´ me I know that they watchin´ me I know that they watchin´ me, ooh (Yeah) I can´t make a move (Yeah) I can´t make a move (Yeah) I can´t make a move (Yeah, ayy)
Niggas hatin´ (Yeah) Man, it´s so annoyin´ (What?) I get big guap (Guap) That´s by no choice I got big choppers That make no noise We get fast guap Y´all them slow boys (Hey) You´s a broke boy (Boy) I´m a cold boy (Boy) White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) They look like coke, boy Oh, you dry snitchin´? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You´ll get soaked, boy (What?) This a Molly, baby This ain´t Altoid (Fuck it)
Girl, you stuck on up
Yeah, you talk too much (Too much) Never shuttin´ up (What?) She gon´ let me fuck So I butter her up I don´t want the love So I hit it rough, yeah Took a hundred shrooms, I was straight to the moon Pull up in a Doom, yeah, my pockets, it go zoom Hundred smack-a-roos, I spent that with my goons (Okay, okay) Four pair of Balmains cost a hundred pack of Trues (Okay) Diamonds in my molars, I ain´t tryna lose a tooth (No) See me in the bando, know I always got my tool Know the number one rule that it´s really not no rules (Okay)
If she choosin´ me I know that lil´ bitch choosin´ you (Okay) I was in the Diamond District, bitch, I spent a deuce (Okay) Went back to the 1600 with all of my jewels (Yeah) All these cameras on me, would´ve thought I made the news (Okay) All this paper on me, would´ve thought I made the news (Yeah) Matchin´ head to toe, you would´ve thought I made these shoes (Okay) These Balenciagas, they ain´t comin´ out ´til June (Ayy) I ain´t tryna creep, I ain´t tryna find no clues (Lil Uzi) Rather be on stage than to be walkin´ in Blues (Lil Uzi)
Bitch in Baton Rouge, she so rude I can´t lose, I´m that dude Gucci suit, Gucci boots Gucci coupe, off the goop Gotta recoupe, need a juice Shoot the hoop, she so loose If I hit one gotta hit two That´s my rule, ooh (1600)
Niggas hatin´ (Yeah) Man, it´s so annoyin´ (What?) I get big guap (Guap) That´s by no choice (Choice) I got big choppers (Yeah) That make no noise We get fast guap Y´all them slow boys You´s a broke boy
I´m a cold boy (Boy) White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah) They look like coke, boy Oh, you dry snitchin´? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You´ll get soaked, boy (What?) This a Molly, baby This ain´t Altoid (Fuck it)