Headaches

I called your bitch and told her, "Forget it" In the club with a motherfuckin' stick, it is not an aesthetic The baguetties pop out of the tints, shoutout to Elliot I'm poppin' these pills like they Tylenol, but they never get rid of the headaches, let's get it I'm ridin' around with a stallion, my chain bigger than a medallion My name on her body, she tatted up, 41 bezel, the bad man, oh Blue faces like Mystique and her ex cannot take it Don't tell me you love me and fake it, that shit is irrelevant, just keep it player (huh) Told you, you don't gotta trade it, you can get the crocodile or the gator Just hit up a girl from the Hermès store, tell her, "I'ma see you later" Bought the whole damn Bergdorf store, now I go to Kenz' and Ford for the flavor Balenciaga your favorite, we can get Kanye to make it This the lifestyle of a Bronx nigga from the west side, can't fake it I was just there on the concrete jungle, made it outta the pavement Mama told me, "Show no love, but do not be a hater" Like LeBron on the Lakers, cross it off, I'ma Damn, when I pull out my bands, paid ten thousand for these Chrome Hearts pants Yeah, go 'head, act dead, nigga, if it rained, we still slid Me and my dawgs gon' ride, together like Clifford, leave that bitch on read 'Round here, niggas don't dance, fuck that cha-cha slide, we just blam-blam (blam) Fuck around and get you blammed, free my broski Montana and V12 up out that can That F&N don't jam, fuck around, go through you and your man's See you when I land, out in Canada, yeah, I'm the man Yeah, look, yeah, I'm the man, yeah, look, yeah, I'm the man My mama, she proud of me, her baby a prodigy, and I'm rockin' Prada jeans