Letra

I woke up in Neiman's I just had a bag, but where did it go (Where is my bag?) I had to run up a little bit bread, so all my diamond they glow (Sha) Why do boy talk like he wan' get shot, call up my udda now he gotta go (Hahahahaha) I woke up in Neiman's I just had a bag, but where did it go (Where is my bag?) I had to run up a little bit bread, so all my diamond they glow (Sha) Why do boy talk like he wan' get shot, call up my udda now he gotta go I ride with the realist, I ride with them killers I pull out my choppa, that shit finna blow I just be riding with drillas, and fuckin all lame Flippin' the pack in the low Brodie was safe for a minute, but now he a lame I caught a boy stealing my flow Shawty invited me over, I stayed for a little bit But, Bitch I Hadda go All of my diamond they dancin' I feel like a king (I feel like a king) All of my bottle be Purple, sippin' that lean (From sippin' that lean) He wanna talk hot on the net I catch him in person, he think we a team Caught a boy lackin', I pull out a Glock and I beam (Hahaha) Call in my shooters, they handle that boy for free (Eweeeh) He wanna feature, then hit up my dm, I had to hit him with a fee I woke up in Neiman's I just had a bag, but where did it go (Where is my bag?) I had to run up a little bit bread, so all my diamond they glow (Sha) Why do boy talk like he wan' get shot, call up my udda now he gotta go I ride with the realist, I ride with them killers I pull out my choppa, that shit finna blow I just be riding with drillas, and fuckin all lame Flippin' the pack in the low Brodie was safe for a minute, but now he a lame I caught a boy stealing my flow Shawty invited me over, I stayed for a little bit But, Bitch I Hadda go All of my diamond they dancin' I feel like a king (I feel like a king) All of my bottle be Purple, sippin' that lean (From sippin' that lean) He wanna talk hot on the net I catch him in person, he think we a team
Writer(s): Michael Andrew Barbaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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