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Drink the pint by end of night, no I don't sip no green Balenciaga, Tint Excel, designer sneaks a thing How my mama say I'm cool, my father say I'm fiend I just walked inside the bitch, yeah, I fucked up the scene Not a lot of niggas lead, a lot of them just follow Rockin' Rick-y one of one, feel like a fashion model Monte Carlo Goyard piece bag hold the extra auto Drill Louis', new fashion season, shit it Ty Stephano (Uh, uh-huh) Balenci', Balenci' all on my ankle (Uh-huh) That bitch broke, she ain't havin' no peso (Ah, ah) Stay out the beef or get hit by tomatoes I know a real goofy who act like a gangsta (Ah, yeah it's me) I know a real bitch who don't find she special (Ah, yeah it's me) They all switched up yet I'm the one who changed (Ah, yeah it's me) Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh I don't like hoes, get the fuck out my face I don't wanna argue, I changed my ways Been walkin' a little different, they said I was a ticket (Ah, uh-huh) If it wasn't for E, I'd be dead or in prison (Ah) If it wasn't Von, I'd be punchin' the clock (Yeah it's me) He flexin' his wrist, that's a moissanite watch (Uh, uh-huh) Uh (Ooh-wee), uh-huh, put the heat on the grill and I watch who pop (Ooh, uh-huh, uh-huh) You can look in my eyes and just tell that I mean it (Yeah, yeah) I know that I'm different, I know that I'm gifted, that's why I stay distant Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh From Letras Mania