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(Nah, he ain't— he's not even Teen X, fuck him) Yeah, I've been sippin' way too much drank, I think I need a new kidney Every time I see a soda, I gotta pour some, I keep hittin' And every time your bitch see me roll up, she reminisce about how I lick it I'm not your mans, I'm not your bro, don't call my phone when it get sticky I don't go nowhere, ayy, yeah, without my blicky I don't got no opps out here, niggas just hate me, niggas just envy When I was in school, I had to ask on my mama, now, she stay with Fendi Remember I could not afford designer belts, now look at me, boy I got plenty Balenci', Celine, Chanel My shooter, he dressed in designer, he ready to kill Put that lil' boy on a plate, he get ate like a meal All of these niggas be fake like a BBL But my bitch all real Yeah, my bitch just like a model, ooh He shot his shot but ain't follow through, ooh Rick on my collar, ooh, ooh This is not Prada, ooh, ooh Yeah, she not a toddler, ooh, ooh But I call her baby She let me drive a lil' Benz, now me and my friends slide in a Mercedes This a S550, nah, this not a Maybach, but yeah, it's the latest I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment Letras de cancionesIf you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch None of my niggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit I don't know what's on my kicks but it looks like I stepped in gravy Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different so I'm rockin' navy Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin' You ain't get no money, you ain't get no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin' I'm makin' ten, twelve, fifteen times whatever these niggas be makin' These niggas got it fucked up and these niggas be lyin' These niggas be cappin' on Instagram and Twitter Fuck a Tweet, fuck a post, nigga Talkin' 'bout racks, I get the most, nigga Talkin' 'bout hoes, I fuck the most, nigga I fuck on that bitch, then I'm goin' ghost You know you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies closer That's why I walk with a Glock .43 on my holster I put my bitch in Balenci', I told her to take off that Fashion Nova And she got Givenchy striped boots on her feet, they come a lil' closer Haha Yeah, yeah, yeah I put that ho in ALYX, yeah, then tell her, "Come closer," huh, yeah She say that she feelin' me, yeah, she tell me, "Come over" Yeah, got a freak, I'm finna hit right now as soon as we over Yeah, and I got some ice on me right now, lil' shawty, I'm cold Huh, huh, I can't leave my crib without my pole Huh, huh, I can't leave the crib without my pole Huh, yeah, I count up these racks for sure, for shit, for show Yeah, huh, I get the racks for a show, then rock that show Yeah, I just pop my shit, then pop that ho Big bro still serving rocks, yeah, but please keep that on the low, yeah Shawty, I'm a rockstar, my guitar got a scope I'm rockin' all black and my cross upside down, I'm not the Pope I'm smoking strong, I'm boolin' with this model ho and she love coke I'm in Europe, shawty spent like twenty-five on a new coat I'm gettin' paid, lil' shawty, I buy what I want up out that store If they in my way, then I'ma up that stick and let it go Huh, I been countin' up like too much cash, enough on my roll Yeah, we been breakin' the dash, this SRT been huggin' the road Huh, she just wanna come and fuck on the gang, that's for sure Yeah, I just wanna put some pointers all in the chain, for sure I get money, I get racks, I get paid, bitch Book a show, want a verse? Send a payment If you try, you gon' die where you lay, bitch None of my niggas won't miss, let you feel how that K hit I don't know what's on my kicks but it looks like I stepped in gravy Everybody rockin' all black, I wanna be different so I'm rockin' navy Lil' boy, you should've signed to Opium, I laugh at that nigga, he slavin' You ain't get no money, you ain't get no funds, I count that shit up and I'm savin' From Letras Mania