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Aditya Vij
Aditya Vij
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I ain't got opps, you know if I did, he gon' stay right in the ground
Every time I'm in line, TSA know the word
They always patting me down
I gotta double the cup and then triple the cup
'Cause they ain't gon' catch me now
I don't even know how to spell it but I'm still out
And I'm rocking Giuseppe down
I cannot mess with that boy he be talking
Rick Owens all on my feet, I be walking
Only diamonds I put on, they be flawless
I don't see red, but I still got that Onyx
Give me a minute, I'm still out my body
I roll with lil shawty and get me that tally
How is he talking, lil bro, catch a body
He a real veggie, I catch him and Poppi
I put the Rick Owens on slime
I put the Maison on my slime
I put that mad man outside
Stay on that side, you gon' die
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Audemar wrist, it stained
Audemar all on my wrist, it stained
Double cup for the fame
Iced out double chain
50 thou' for the jacket
50 just to step in the rain
(If I were you I would not bet on myself)
(Like D'Angelo Russell or sum)
(I would not bet on myself if I were you)
(Stop the net talk)
Put the fine girl with two MM's
Maison, plus the $AVAGE
I know if I need that smoke, her last mans don't have it
I know if I drop right now, then he wouldn't like it
Matter of fact, if I look for the breakfast pack, I wouldn't find it
The opps, they stay on the ground
And never gon' play like they Anthony Davis
I don't care about your lil ahh song
Or your lil ahh tape
Or your lil ahh playlist
When I'm out of town, he gon' talk that talk
But when I'm right there he don't say it
We gon' keep spinning the block and then spinning and spinning and spinning till the day lit
He better sleep well tonight, knowing there's a 100 G's on his head
Pull up to the (shh), redeem all the bread
Pull up all VETEMENTS deep, on the deads
Pull up with a black car, black truck, black wheel, black gear
I like the seats all red
Lil bro be stunting online but we see him in public
And we know the fleece all dead
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Audemar wrist, it stained
Audemar all on my wrist, it stained
Double cup for the fame
Iced out double chain
50 thou' for the jacket
50 just to step in the rain
Written by: Aditya Vij
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