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Ay, see, that's what the fuck I'm talking 'bout
(G, I think we got one)
I was just telling Sean, Sean, bro
I can't fuck no basic bitch
Stop calling my fucking phone, bruh, I ain't tryna hear that shit

Woke up like a new man
Walked outside in my New York Street Vans
Like now, it a big man, ayy
Get my ex sad, I turned my ass to a big man

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TSA stopped us in Vegas
Too much ice, they can't believe that we made it
Old niggas on my dick, they invaded
Just mad 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, woah
Yeezys, I'm keeping it basic
When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant
I'm an east side nigga, please don't mistake
And your girl sent a text, told her, "Happy belated"

Oh my God
Rockstar nigga, I live according
Need for speed demon, I been roaring
I'm on the e-way, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning
We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it's storming (what?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, tap in
Ah yeah, he ain't know we make it happen (woah)
Ah yeah, you brought a knife, you need a MAC-10
Bop-bop, bitch, goodnight, sweet dreams like Marilyn Manson

That boy just made a mistake
This my shit, I can't even decay
I'm one hundred, these hoes a disgrace
Can you please stay the fuck out my face?
Captain save-a-ho, need him a cape
In that Lambo', do you want to race?
Put my pedal down, smash on the brake
And that kid bought a shark with the grapes, woah

How that nigga, he hating from the bleachers? (How?)
I'm on the court, and bitch, I still got my heater, woah
24 on the back of my sneakers
She was a good-ass girl, I turned her to an eater

That money is coming in various
This cash got my world on Aquarius
Talking down, this and that, it's hilarious
I'm the king of my city, I carry it
It was beef so I had to go bury it
We sweep through your block like a terrorist
Feel like Heath, why the fuck you so serious?
Tell that nigga pipe down, boy, you barely lit

Hit a bone with a bag, hit it straight from the back
Bitch, I'm royal, I need me a chariot
Ain't no cheapskate for you, I ain't tryna impress
I'ma take that lil' bitch to the Marriot
Ain't no playing for keeps, bitch, it's up and it's stuck
I'm in love with the game, I'ma marry it
Hundred guns if he wanted to carry us
Me and gang like the fast and the furious

He love talking that shit on the 'Gram
When I pop out and see him, he really the scariest
And your diamonds ain't blinking enough
Boy, you stupid, you should've just got it from Elliot
Yellow diamonds like piss, I R. Kelly'd it
Me and Frosty bringing all of the action
John 'bout to pour a four of some medicine
Triple-seven, bitch, I told her I'm heaven-sent

Big show on a nigga
And it's primetime, I'm way too booted up
Told my bro-bro, "Hold on, we moving up"
We in the mode, nigga, go ahead and screw it up
With my mask on, I feel like Freddy's son

Too many vibes and I said it
I think I need me a medic
Chilling on nothing pathetic
You niggas living pathetic
He wanna steal my aesthetic
Pull up, I make you regret it
Two Glocks, these bitches magnetic
We turn your ass diabetic

I seen your bitch on my 'Gram
She was DMing me but I left it and read it
I did your bitch-ass a favor
You really my son, this shit is poetic
I'm up through the night
It's in my genetics
I'm in the corner with nobody on me
Lil' bitch, and I'm shooting like Redick (ballin')

Woke up in this primetime, lil' bitch, let's do it, yeah
Please don't steal my sunshine, I'm way too moody, yeah
Walking through the rain, Rick Owens on me, I'm groovy, yeah
I'm stomping in the puddles, big 30 on me, I'm shooting, yeah

TSA stopped us in Vegas
Too much ice, they can't believe that we made it
Old niggas on my dick, they invaded
Just mad 'cause your shit is not bumping, just save it, woah
Yeezys, I'm keeping it basic
When we stroll through your block, we leaving it vacant
I'm an east side nigga, please don't mistake
And your girl sent a text, told her, "Happy belated"

Oh my God
Rockstar nigga, I live according
Need for speed demon, I been roaring
I'm on the e-way, a thief in the night, bitch, good morning
We the type of niggas pull out the ice while it's storming

Oh yeah
Woah

Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Jeuan Kiel Tabarrejo

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