Lyrics

Yeah Woah, Kenny! Ayy What's up, doc? Ayy, I got carats (What's up?) Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I'm a savage (woop) Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah) Flexing so hard now my friends say I'm petty (Uh) Everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit (Yeah) I be fly as fuck ain't no telling when I'm landing Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic Ocean, foreign whip coasting Sipping potion, moving slow motion Got me like, "Oh shit", might start dozing (Yup) Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice) Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah) My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah) Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah) Smoke a lot of weed like I grow it I got old money, ain't moldy, yeah Jewelry game get a bitch cozy, ooh So, so smooth no lotion, yeah Ride around town with a toaster, uh Yeah, bitch, I'ma pop up for the bread Lil' nigga you do the mostest, yuh That's what this dumb bitch just said Fucked on the floor, made her fall out the bed Ayy before you go, can I get some more head? Ayy, kicked out the door, then I hopped in my Benz Yeah, I did it again, but this time with her friend Yeah, bring her back like I'm Shaq at the rim Yeah, told that bitch I'm the creme de la creme Yeah, told that bitch that I'm the best that it is Yeah, told that bitch that she know what it is, uh Spent a million on ice just to chill Got some more water, might buy some gills Yeah, they be like, "This lil' nigga is ill" Yeah, they be like, "This lil' nigga for real" Uh, off the porch straight to the field Yeah, I'm rich and still ride with my steel Yeah, I put crystal balls on my ears Uh, I'm balling hard, bitch, I got skills What's up, doc? Ayy, I got carats (What's up?) Diamonds in my wrist jump around like a rabbit Catch me out in traffic with them choppas I'm a savage (Suwoop) Chilling with a baddie now my ex-bitch jealous (Yeah) Flexing so hard now my friends say I'm petty (Uh) Everybody know that I'm a bad bitch bandit (Yeah) I be fly as fuck ain't no telling when I'm landing Yeah, this shit getting epic and my wrist on Atlantic Ocean, foreign whip coasting Sipping potion, moving slow motion Got me like, "Oh shit", might start dozing (Yup) Wrist start hurting, put ice on my Rollie (Ice) Racks not folding, pants get swollen (Yeah) My rose froze, spent twenty on emoji (Yeah) Strapped like soldiers, bitch, you know it Bank accounts and my guns loaded (Yeah), yeah
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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