(Samson Beats)

Ayy, running through this

And you know we finna hit

Take that bag, gonna hit (Take that bag, gonna hit)

Take the bag and we gonna hit

And we gonna get the fuck up out-

Call up VVS to get them diamonds on our wrists (Ack)

He gon' ego me, "get some money" okay, if you insist (If you insist)

You're irrelevant, yeah, you get swept under the rug

You're irrelevant, yeah, yeah, we smoking on your plug (Ha, ha, ha)

Running around the streets when you couldn't meet the basics

I just started rolling my woods like I'm mosaic (Like I'm mosaic)

Like I said in Romance Punk, "pull up and it gets tragic"

Remember playing Fortnite back in '20, yeah, Galactus (Galactus)

Fuck up with the blick, not a semi-automatic

11/17 in this bitch, we goin' static

You said you like movies? We could make it cinematic

You're a lame, take my money, make it disappear like magic

Taking the car, we whipping the curb, we swerving it (Woo)

We grilling outside, we got the burgers, yeah, we flipping it

Don't make me call up my twin, you better keep your distance on it

I better not hear another word about you being spooky, got it? ('Bout you being spooky, got it?)

Ayy, running through this

And you know we finna hit

Take that bag, gonna hit (Take that bag, gonna hit)

Take the bag and we gonna hit

And we gonna get the-

Fuck up out this shit, my diamonds really got that glint

Don't be dripping too loud 'cause I might leave you in a ditch (Leave you in a-)

I be going out fresh as hell, I don't even have a lint

Stop tryna act tough, ****, she's not gonna let you hit

I got rich shit on me that you can't even afford

Ford-, I be flying outer space, while you be driving in a Ford

Spreading fake shit on me, bitch, you're such a fucking dork

I'm a Gemmaphile, put more diamonds on a fucking whore

Why you tryna offend, when you can't even defend?

I copped milli-stone gates, while you copped a wooden fence

I'm taking my money back, this shit don't even make no sense

You thought that you condensed your only way to your expense

You know I bought this Prada with my money, not a floor

(My money not nah, nah)

You'd prolly make more

You prolly use corrections just for you to stay consistent

If anything, you're just a fake, you use fucking assistant

(Assistant, assistant, assistant)

(Samson Beats)

Call up VVS to get them diamonds on our wrists (Ack)

He gon' ego me, "get some money" okay, if you insist (If you insist)

You're irrelevant, yeah, you get swept under the rug

You're irrelevant, yeah, yeah, we smoking on your plug (Hah, hah, hah)

Running around the streets when you couldn't meet the basics

I just started rolling my woods like I'm mosaic (Like I'm mosaic)

Like I said in Romance Punk, "pull up and it gets tragic"

Remember playing Fortnite back in '20, yeah, Galactus (Galactus)

Fuck up with the blick, not a semi-automatic

11/17 up in this bitch, we goin' static

You said you like movies? We could make it cinematic

You're a lame, take my money, make it disappear like magic

Taking the car, we whipping the curb, we swerving it (Woo)

We grilling outside, we got the burgers, yeah, we flipping it (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

Don't make me call up my twin, you better keep your distance on it

I better not hear another word about you being spooky got it? ('Bout you being spooky, got it?)