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(8-808) EBK shit, give a fuck what you bang, you can die right now if you think you gon' try Niggas claimin' they gang-gang, but they ain't gang 'Cause I'm sittin' right here with Lone right now And I'm rollin' right now, off the drank, yeah, I'm loaded right now I pull up with like 15 black trucks, I feel like the president 250 thousand, yeah, that's how my day was spent I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy What I spent on lean, I could've went and bought Mercedes-Benz She said she feelin' me, but I think I wanna go and fuck her friend I'm on tour, bitch, but I still linked up with the X-Man Count up money and pourin' up drank, this shit just like Ed and Eddy Huh, every day I'm fresh with the swag, I go spendin' Huh, upside-down cross, all baguettes, go spaghetti Huh, I'm havin' new cheese, huh, Lone having fetty Huh, just like Little Caesars, boy, I know that you ready Huh, my swag cause a frenzy, got these niggas jealous And I ain't got no envy in me, that's why my pockets heavy I want the whole load, nothin' less I want the whole bag, nothin' less I poured a whole pint, bitch, nothin' less I spent a whole wad of cash, nothin' less I ain't got no envy in me, bitch, that's why my pockets heavy I keep counting up the M and M's, put Wafi on my necklace Me and gang switch the swag up, quick, tell her, "Check it" I put that bitch in a Jag', huh, she used to drive a Lexus I got a bitch with a fat ass, huh, huh, she from Texas I got this model ho, she super skinny, all she do is neck I fuck all type of hoes, huh, I'm complex Like the nigga from Fantastic Four, make the money stretch I got this bitch throwin' up O, she throwin' up the set I live my life on private, that's why I'm on the jet I pull up with like 15 black trucks, I feel like the president 250 thousand, yeah, that's how my day was spent I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah-yeah-yeah, they Givenchy I'm tryna switch up my location, switch my residence I just bust my wrist down, then I go bust down my bitch Huh, I'm gettin' rich now, I ain't got time for that shit I keep pourin' up drank and the way I'm gettin' sick I'm with the X-Man, bitch, we like the presidents Huh, huh, everything I do presidential like the Rollie VETEMENTS New Rock boots I got on like, "Holy moly" I unfold that Kel-Tec and let that bitch fold it I live in a hotel, live my life like Zack and Cody But all these niggas be hatin' like Mr. Moseby I told you that I ain't got no racks, I was gon' do the most I'm way ahead of these niggas, man, that shit ain't even close I can stop the whole world, yeah, with one post I pull up with like 15 black trucks, I feel like the president 250 thousand, that's how my day was spent I stuff that shit in my trousers, yeah, they Givenchy I stuff them racks in the drawers, yeah-yeah, in my britche
Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Bobby Sandimanie, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Andrew Mulhair-lopez, Kylian Kante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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