I put her in Ricky, she holdin´ my blicky AMG Wagon, it sit like a Tonka Hang out the window, I´m holdin´ the chopper My jeans Dior, but got Burberry boxers Manicure Russian, her face was Korean Money increasin´, it never depletin´ She was a hood bitch, I showed her the ropes Put her in Prada, she used to be broke Trappin´ or robbin´, which one you gon´ pick? When you from where I from, nigga, good don´t exist Townhouse, two levels, it got luxury amenities I buy that bitch with a made-up identity Shoppin´ boutiques on the daily, splurgin´ I fuck her good, now her toes curlin´ Japanese bitch finna walk on my back Did a show in the hood, I was clutchin´ my strap She not my type, she not turnt up enough
Expensive bitch, pay some hundred for lunch Stack up them bricks and she rockin´ like six She ´bout her business, she stay on her shit Walk in Chanel, cop her two or three purses Fuck it, right now, it´s a hundred for verses Bottega trainers, she run to that mun-yun On an opp day, ride around with a hundun Racks in the pillow case, I do not need a safe When you go strike, make sure they do not see your face I up that whistle if I feel offended He not really like that, he just be pretendin´ She not my type, she not turnt up enough She not my type, she not turnt up enough She ´bout her business, so I had to cuff She from the hood, but I put her in Prada She was a seven, but now she a model Bottega trainers, I got her in trainin´
Run up that pape´, got accounts in the Caymans Runnin´ my hood, they be worship and praisin´
She not my type, she ain´t turnt up enough She not my type, she ain´t turnt up enough Yeah, we fucked, but I ain´t like her that much That nigga trash, they just hypin´ him up Maybach truck outside, I´m scoopin´ her up Muscle car, foreign car, which should I whip? (Go) Get shot in your face, you lil´ niggas ain´t slick (Baow) I raised this bank account, bitch, I´m the shit (Speak)
I´m way too big for a skeleton Carti´
I talk too much shit, man, I had to go ´Rari Loaf boy, SG, nigga can´t guard me New strand ready and another finna harvest Just takin´ off, but the show been started (Yeah) Late, that´s the Wock´, got me pullin´ up tardy I shitted on purpose, better not say sorry The brand new foreign Loyalty, I´m stayin´ down with my niggas (Loaf) "Spoil me," that´s what I hear from my bitches (Both) The chop that I got, it can´t fit in my britches AR black and brown, this the Virgil edition This year, almost spend ´bout a ticket on opps (Woah) I´m tired of sparin´ these ho-ass niggas The back of the Glock got a lil´ bitty box You tap on the trigger, it let off a fifty Hit it (Grrt), hit it (Grrt), hit it (Grrt), hit it (Grrt)
Who want the smoke? I don´t hear nothin´, crickets Why niggas hate? I don´t know and don´t get it I know what it is, they see competition They know I´m a threat Extra, doin´ too much These niggas actors, but not like a movie ´cause they don´t get paid (Broke) Not like a trick (No) I´m an investor Lift up your titties, move you out of state
She not my type, she ain´t turnt up enough She not my type, she ain´t turnt up enough Yeah, we fucked, but I ain´t like her that much That nigga trash, they just hypin´ him up Maybach truck outside, I´m scoopin´ her up
Muscle car, foreign car, which should I whip? Get shot in your face, you lil´ niggas ain´t slick I raised this bank account, bitch, I´m the shit
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