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I got a seven figure appetite, you know we eating 60 pointers in the bezel like it's Kobe season, yeah Rest in peace, Gigi Bryant I'm rolling up a KD and easy wider If Millyz send a beat, I know to bury it I went straight to the league from lower Merion With criminals when I post, it's subliminals in your quotes But we the chosen ones, our game identical with the goats Yeah, lavish habits help me live excessive Pistol for insurance, tryna be progressive Tryna get this cream, I had to switch the method Went an tripled up the gross, I'm not the one to mess with Highly favored and I'm well protected Armed security with vests because I'm so invested Suckas only dissin' when they feel neglected Still, my shit slap like a domestic Cocaina imported, she get geeked up and snort it We put them hitters on the roof, turn BnBs to a fortress You ain't got enough shooters for this game, that's a forfeit Ghost gonna blow his face out the orbit Yeah, keepin' it honest I can't speak with liars You ain't never left ya block, and I'm a frequent flier I told 'em Armor All the wheels, you gotta grease the tires 100 shots in the Burban when I'm leaving squire I got a seven figure appetite, you know we eating 60 pointers in the bezel like it's Kobe season, yeah Rest in peace, Gigi Bryant I'm rolling up a KD and an easy wider If Millyz send a beat, I know to bury it I went straight to the league from lower Merion With criminals when I post, it's subliminals in your quotes But we the chosen ones, our game identical with the goats Cruising Collins in a lavender Lamb Reminiscing when we used to get the package saraned Up charge 'em for a half of a gram 357 incase the matic would jam I always had bigger plans Staring at my goals tryna attain 'em Introduce my reality to my dreams and then acquaint 'em I always knew what's goin' on, I use to play dumb Independant in my prime, I'm on my eighth run Tryna have a Kobe season Whole gang dripped in diamonds bitch you know we freezing You still taking baby steps yeah we know you teething Cross the line and I'll expose you weaklings They still ain't seen me at my best Fiji on my chest, I need a demon, nothing less Top in the V and I'm as cocky as can be But if you put this type of work in you'd be confident as me I got a seven figure appetite, you know we eating 60 pointers in the bezel like it's Kobe season, yeah Rest in peace, Gigi Bryant I'm rolling up a KD and easy wider If Millyz send a beat, I know to bury it I went straight to the league from lower Merion With criminals when I post, it's subliminals in your quotes But we the chosen ones, our game identical with the goats
Writer(s): Myles Lockwood, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Rei Gjeci, Ihor Oliinyk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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