Tekst Utworu

(Ohh) I'm scared to show my face in the mall because I punched it out I want a bunch of credit cards, you want a bunch of clout I got seven members hitting banks, they on different routes I dropped a fake ID on the floor and they kicked me out I'm a king, when I die, I'm gon' get mummified I would've never died in Buffalo, I bring the gun inside If you died, you're a fucking bot If you die in a school shooting, you're a fucking bot Why the fuck did you sit there? I hate Lexington, but I can't lie, I got rich here Flood the city with them fake pills, hit a lick here With Percs, Xanny bars, and ecstasies, I had a big year I feel bad 'cause half of them pills had Fentanyl Sike, a few people died, I don't care at all Don't be surprised, I'll scam a retard, I need it all Cut this bitch off, she caught cancer and she went bald It is what it is Put some money on your head, they gon' spin, spin a wig Walmart was finna close, I had to punch for the win Senior year I was slapping, I had a bunch of them bands Told myself when I get rich, I'ma stay humble But that ain't last long, I had to up a couple I should stop flexing on the 'gram, it'll keep me out of trouble I know the feds looking at my 'gram like, "We onto some-" (I don't care) But I ain't worried 'bout it, I ain't leave a trail I ain't tripping, I could pay a quarter million dollar bail Honestly, I'm from the suburbs, I don't belong in sales Watch me get out the same day and I don't have to tell
Writer(s): Zachary Tockstein, Devon T Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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