Lyrics
Got bitches that live in Burbank and they look better than Hollywood groupies, yeah
I'm fucking this bitch and she bougie, yeah
Marni on Marni, i'm looking the finest
We made a movie, she wanna rewind it
I'm fucking this rich jewish bitch like a zionist
I don't use Snapchat and I don't use IG, yeah
What the fuck is you talking about
I just ran through a pint and a large amount
Maybach GLS 600 jumping
Draco with the woodgrain, it's dumping
Diamonds on her neck, well they dance
We do what we want, you do what you can
My backwood got 6.5 grams
I jump on her bed like Rob Van Dam
Yeah my bitch don't wanna go so i'll cancel
Glock 17 gone pop a blood vessel
You can't keep up i'm on a whole other level
She giving head for the keys to the mansion
Bum ass motherfucker always mad
You fucked 100 people to get in the same room as me
You need a code to get in the same building as me
GLE, pull up GLE 63
Yeah if you need a car out in Texas go see @Stevoogotmerollin
And your bitch was already a junkie so it's not my fault if she rolling
I gotta get geeked up, first thing in the morning
100 hoes in the party, this shit bloated
I heard your album and that shit is atrocious
I'm hitting your bitch from the back and I fold it
I'm already knowing, she know that i'm already knowing
Them shooters they get on your head, I gotta get going
Got Wockhardt and it's dripping out of my cup you know what i'm pouring
Well what I look like?
Designer on me head to toe man I'm getting so fly
All these hoes the exact same but i'm not like other guys
I ain't gone lie, what's in my cup from the pharmacy
What's on my neck not SI
Yeah i'm the one that got rich and you fucking tried
Back to back Porsches, who on the side?
Yeah that's me on the side
5.56's fuck up your ride
Live life with me, it's a whole different vibe
Everybody know i'm one of a kind
Shit, i'm just ahead of my time
I knew I was the man since I was 9
Racks on racks I don't know what to buy
What can i buy?
I got drugs coming in the mail
Twin turbo pull up with a V-12
She said that my name ring bells
I know he got killed, oh well
Hit him with a destruction spell
My plug in the trap got 40 bales
I bring out a brick, gone break the scale
I fucked on your bitch but I know damn well
My plug serve keys in a hotel
I spent 5 g's on a coat, yeah, yeah
Yeah, big ass seats in the Maybach
Fucked on your bitch and she ain't even say that
Pull up on your block you know that we burn that
Got bitches that live in Burbank and they look better than Hollywood groupies, yeah
I'm fucking this bitch and she bougie, yeah
Marni on Marni, i'm looking the finest
We made a movie, she wanna rewind it
I'm fucking this rich jewish bitch like a zionist
I don't use Snapchat and I don't use IG, yeah
What the fuck is you talking about
I just ran through a pint and a large amount
Maybach GLS 600 jumping
Draco with the woodgrain, it's dumping
Diamonds on her neck, well they dance
We do what we want, you do what you can
My backwood got 6.5 grams
Written by: Tristan-Xavier Girard
