ESTA

(Methodology type shit)

(We need to cook)

Can’t lie I ain’t ever been dumped

I don’t even do dumps on Insta (Insta)

Can’t lie I was fucking that hoe

Whole time I was fucking her sister (Sister)

When we take it outside, I’m a one-man band

Got your whole gang witcha (Witcha)

I ain’t even gotta pop tags no more

Back then I was shopping at Bicester

(Yes, yes) You can’t live this life, you can’t be me

(Yes, yes) Got Chanelly on me, yeah I CC

(Yes, yes) You was outside selling CDs

Really, you was outside getting beaned up bitch boy I was making bands off a PC

Yeah, you can’t come in my sector

Two hands, middle finger, my gesture

Gotta hit that lick, man I love that shit

I just scammed for a feat in my lecture

Army this side, barbies that side

And she ride this dick like a Vespa

Kick back in a private jet

Back then I was broke, now I fly with no ESTA

Yeah, I can’t sign my life away just yet

I got a business mind

Can’t care ‘bout none of this shit when you high

I just toke on a 3.5

At the back of the function

All-black bally on me, so I’m in disguise

Yeah I fucked that once and it felt so good

Came back and I hit that twice

And I hit that bitch, this sex get violent

Got hits, but I’m keeping it silent

It’s not fair, so I kill ‘em with kindness

Got bored, so I gave my neck diamonds

At the top, keep an eye on my rivals

It’s why I gotta flex at my arrival

Coulture, did better than your idol

Coulture, might write me a bible

Can’t lie I ain’t ever been dumped

I don’t even do dumps on Insta (Insta)

Can’t lie I was fucking that hoe

Whole time I was fucking her sister (Sister)

When we take it outside, I’m a one-man band

Got your whole gang witcha (Witcha)

I ain’t even gotta pop tags no more

Back then I was shopping at Bicester

(Yes, yes) You can’t live this life, you can’t be me

(Yes, yes) Got Chanelly on me, yeah I CC

(Yes, yes) You was outside selling CDs

Really, you was outside getting beaned up bitch boy I was making bands off a PC