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Oh my god, cior On the road and I'm floating, I'm faded (Yeah) How you get to a Coupe from the basement? They just mad that young nigga made it Ball like Luka Dončić or like Tracy McGrady International, she tryna take me in Tryna find out what hotel I'm staying in I'm in the valley with Dros and Arcadians All my bread, I invest in the county You should see what I spent on this cardigan And everything on me rare Steak almost rare, I spent at least a thousand dollars for my food back in Arlington (Go) OG in the air, snakes everywhere, I keep mowing my grass, I be hardly there Straps everywhere, if lil' Donny ain't there, I'm outside with my diamonds, they Cartier (Let's go) Hey, hey (Brt, go, go, go) Hey (Go, go) Lightning McQueen, I be driving quick, it ain't what it seems I be stuntin', stuntin', man, I throw on Celine Every time you see me, I got fashion on me Like I love Alexander, I love McQueen When I walk in, and she get geeked, I annihilate Like my blunt, I put the wood in the fireplace I feel like Geronimo, I got a quiet place Letras de cancionesPut that blick to your dome, this the day that you die today I'm in the brinx, I'm in the brinx I'm in the brinx, I'm in the brinx She in the mix, she fallin' in love, it ain't what it seems Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, yeah, your bitch keep on dialin' for me Literally cryin' for me I'm a demon, but she keep on wildin' for me I can't be in the streets, it get ugly for me I ain't tryna be outside of the club, ooh-woah Drunk young man in the parking lot, baby, that's too much, yeah Yeah, do it, woah, woah (Let's go) Number (N)ine on me, fashion killer Geobaskets, uh, fashion killer Beep beep, where you going now? I'm on the east side where it's going now I'm in LA where the Raps' play Got your bitch with me and she going down And she going down in the south side with some north niggas Shout out Tilly, he just brought the torch with us A-All these sons, I should abort niggas I'm on the road and you been on the porch with it If it's beef, then I'ma need a fork, nigga I just run the city like a horse, nigga Wait, let me put my shit in sport, nigga Driving triple digits, that's of course, nigga Feeling like I'm in the Porsche with it Feel like twelve, we can go to court with it Diamonds shining in the court, make your own lady think about divorce, nigga I get your head chopped, I could afford it, nigga I make 'em send you up to the Lord, nigga I got cash, I pay the mortgage, nigga I can send Dior boxes to the door, nigga (I cannot fall in love with that) Uh, diamonds on me, that bitch a tat Diamonds be biting, they fight and they kick like they mad at me If you living the life that I live, it's gon' fuck with your brain, it's anatomy Hey, hey, hey, hey (Yeah, shit) Hey, hey, hey (Go) Number (N)ine on me, fashion killer Geobaskets, uh, fashion killer From Letras Mania