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Ayo Ayo Ayo, Comme des Garçons the only heart I got (Ah) Glock in the Denim Tears, eight ball in my sock I had no fear, I'm the illest nigga ever walked in Cactus Plant Flea Market He tried to walk, we chopped his feet off him Left his brains hangin' for a peace offerin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Yo, wait, I bench press, then bust the duct tape, gave it swim lessons Rubbed the Pyrex, took my second wish, I been savage Trend settin', Wide Project trench with the twin 'rettas (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Bottega Veneta (Bottega Veneta) I got the bomb, baby, I got the bomb (Ah) Send squads to the roof, Vans on, I put money on your head, but I'm hands on (Boom, boom, boom) My shooter poppin' wheelies in Supreme-Vansons Hand-to-hand 'til the grams gone (Ah) The homie say I'm brazy, my Spanish bitch call me loco Coco Chanel with the four-four, the high tops with the motos You ever shot a whole block solo? Presidential Ro-Ro (Brr, brr) The FN shells crackin' ribs like Cotto (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yo, ah) Ayo, it's the A-R-M-A-N-I Caesar, Leo (Woo) The flow is frío, so dope, could sell it by the kilo (Yeah) Tell 'em I want the smoke like I'm runnin' hot (Hah) Couldn't wait to see how I was comin' like a money shot (Come on) Bitches starstruck (Uh-huh), these niggas, they all lust (What's up?) Letras de cancionesI come through, fuck up they swagger, they all stuck (Haha) They give me props 'cause I'm pretty and bossed up (Uh-huh) Run the city like I'm Diddy, the hustle is all Puff (Uh-huh, take that) On they neck, niggas, I'm up next (Huh), really, I'm a vet (Come on) Cut the check, wanna talk or text? Gon' be cash or check (What's up?) Strip, rap, move a lil' dope, oh, she trap-trap (Oh shit) Cookin' up, sendin' brick money through the CashApp (Ah-ha) I'm back-back, in my bag-bag (Hah), bitches mad-mad (Let's go) Stack full of dubs, lil' boy, that's what I laugh at (Ah-ha, hahaha) Major cheese, major V's (Ooh) Whippin' hoes in line, call me Major Cease (Come on) I be gettin' this money, talkin' major cheese (What else?) Model type, lookin' right, no agencies (Hah, you see it) DMs full of niggas wantin' dates with me (Uh-uh) But it's money over niggas, I take paper, please (Hah) Like Britney Spears, oops, I did it again (I did it again) Shittin' on the very ones that ain't want me to win, fuck 'em (Uh-huh) It's like I never got the joke, I'm always last laughin' (Haha) Armani here to stay, you bitches fast fashion From Letras Mania