How I Came

They say it's smoke, then it's static

I flooded the Patek, bought two 'cause I wanted one plain

She saw the coupe was Daytona

I fuck till the morning and still can't remember her name

Bitch try to pull down my clothes, had to tell her these Rick Owens jeans, you ain't fuckin' no lame

Die for to live, but you know how that go

Live for to die, I'ma go how I came

They say it's smoke, then it's static

I flooded the Patek, bought two 'cause I wanted one plain

She saw the coupe was Daytona

I fuck till the morning and still can't remember her name

Bitch try to pull down my clothes, had to tell her these Rick Owens jeans, you ain't fuckin' no lame

Die for to live, but you know how that go

Live for to die, I'ma go how I came

That's just the bitch that I'm fuckin'

Don't let the hoe tell you I love her

She just can't keep shit undercover

I run with some devils, I broke down a P with my brothers

And came back with racks in the duffle

I'm doing these numbers I'll get em knocked off with a button

I'll put a 10 piece on his nugget, I fucked up the budget

I'm ballin' on ****, Joe Budden, so cold I move snow in the summer

Ask her why you pulling keys out, this a push start

Pull her by her leave out, buy her Goyard

Power slide the THawk like a GoKart

The only **** in the room rocking chrome heart

I'm on the road, I got somewhere to go, so I ain't got no time for the chill

I swear I been starving so long that I still would be hungry after I run up a mill'

I'm in that water at war with them animals, I might just pop me a seal

I get more love in your hood than your big Homie 'cause they know I keep it real

I'm in New York catchin' plays with one hand, I'm 1 up on 12 like Odell

Just Yesterday we was sleeping on a floor, now we in a house on the hills

They say it's smoke, then it's static

I flooded the Patek, bought two 'cause I wanted one plain

She saw the coupe was Daytona

I fuck till the morning and still can't remember her name

Bitch try to pull down my clothes, had to tell her these Rick Owens jeans, you ain't fuckin' no lame

Die for to live, but you know how that go

Live for to die, I'ma go how I came

They say it's smoke, then it's static

I flooded the Patek, bought two 'cause I wanted one plain

She saw the coupe was Daytona

I fuck till the morning and still can't remember her name

Bitch try to pull down my clothes, had to tell her these Rick Owens jeans, you ain't fuckin' no lame

Die for to live, but you know how that go

Live for to die, I'ma go how I came

I pull up SRT truck with my name at the front, I'ma stand on the front of they chest like a animal

13 months in and my gang international, Cartier lens, what the fuck I need cameras for

Got some head from a hoe before I burn out her throat, make her tie up her fro with a Gucci Bandana

The coupe panoramic I'm different I ran this shit up a few racks and then threw done the ladder

I remember them nights I was talkin' to Vonn, back in 2016 he got locked with no bond

I was down to my last, I went loaded my gun

I had walked to the edge almost thought about jumpin'

I said fuck it, ain't holdin' to none, I pull up star-spangled roof with ya **** in the front

I ran up Os off runtz

He ain't got no motion, he couldn't move a O in a month

Said I'm back in that mode again

I put my foot to the floor till the motor spin

How many hoes we did, ain't finna walk to no stage till them poles get in

In Givenchy denim, my stylist the goat

This bitch eat the dick while she driving the boat

Soon as they send it, it's already sold, treat my closet like Lenox, spend thousands on clothes

They say it's smoke, then it's static

I flooded the Patek, bought two 'cause I wanted one plain

She saw the coupe was Daytona

I fuck till the morning and still can't remember her name

Bitch try to pull down my clothes, had to tell her these Rick Owens jeans, you ain't fuckin' no lame

Die for to live, but you know how that go

Live for to die, I'ma go how I came

They say it's smoke, then it's static

I flooded the Patek, bought two 'cause I wanted one plain

She saw the coupe was Daytona

I fuck till the morning and still can't remember her name

Bitch try to pull down my clothes, had to tell her these Rick Owens jeans, you ain't fuckin' no lame

Die for to live, but you know how that go

Live for to die, I'ma go how I came