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Watch em go heat up

Foreign resemble a cheetah

Cheese up, no I ain't talkin bout no pizza

Can't give a dam, no beaver

See you post on my name, and delete it

Knew I was him since a fetus

Came with the bands like Slayer, Nirvana

Went away, and then upped all my commas

You take your lil' bitch to McDonald's, I take my lil' bitch to Bahamas

You feel that? I am your father

This ain't hakuna matata

Vetements mixed with the Prada

**** can't tell me Nada

Yeah, not one thing

Bitch, I'm the god no Charlemagne

Lil' headshot, won't hardly aim

World in the hands so I feel like I'm Aang

No, I'm not max, but I'm bringin' the payne

Dude he a bozo, An L, He a lame

Went mixed up the Louis Vuitton with the Lang

This Ferragamo, you can tell by the frames

He wind it up, and he be throwin the shade

I got enough, so all my pockets okay

I heard enough, I give a fuck what you say

Switch it up, I'm about to hop in a Wraith

Smokin' Za before that class, I was late

It ain't up for debate

That bitch, she bad she came with buns, with cake

Please don't set me loose

Feel like Tupac with the juice

Feel like Tupac with the juice

Shirt was balenci, the bag from Goyard

I swear these ****, don't go hard

She bounce on me like the lamp from Pixar

Seen em' on E need a kick start

Even had the **** bag in the school yard

Even what I throw it away, be still hard

Everything you ever wore, was subpar

See you needed more support, no lumbar

Mixin Acne with the Ksubi, with Carhartt

In the mall so much, I'm posted with Paul Blart

Faded, faded, I was up in the hills

Wocky, wocky, I was crackin' the seals

You movin slooppy, I'ma keep it concealed

In D.C. like I'm Bradley Beal

Too turnt, **** grab the wheel

**** fake, **** hardly real

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