Yeah, I’m in this motherfucker
(No, no, no) Cartier
(No, no, no, ooh-oh) You already know how I’m on
Yeah, Top, Top, came from the bottom
I’m doin’ that shit, I’m kickin’ that shit, these niggas ain’t shit
I don’t want that bitch, already fuck that bitch, you can have that bitch
Oh, Top, Top, yeah
I done made it from bottom to top of the line
Who the fuck is these niggas? Who the fuck is these bitches?
You could tell ’em Nigga, look at this shit, I been havin’ this shit
Tell them that I’ma ball out
Nigga, look at this stick, nigga, shoot that bitch
Pussy nigga gon’ die if he fall that
Nigga get split, I don’t play with bars
Slime, I know how to get these hoes paid
Pull up in the foreign like I got road rage (Bitch)
Shawty dumb fine, yeah, her ass cocaine
I’ma make that bitch go get a nose ring
And go get her sack too
And a hundred a bag, where I put the strap too
Think I want a new tattoo
And they know who to play with, they know what I’m that dude
Plannin’ on shootin’ at who?
If it go down, you know that I’m plannin’ to clap you
I’ma aim at these niggas, and aim at these bitches, and then I’ma run out that backroom
And I know what them racks dude
Got all these bitches claimin’ that they love me, but they just wanna thug me
Just wanna fuck me
Drink my lean and get muddy
Told that bitch, “Don’t rush me, ho, you in the place right now, fuck the beat”
Huh,
Slime, I know how to get these hoes paid
Pull up in the foreign like I got road rage (Bitch)
Shawty dumb fine, yeah, her ass cocaine (Shawty dumb fine, okay)
I’ma make that bitch go get a nose ring (Nose ring)
Get a bitch ass, a pair of new titties
Step on this beat like the YB Griddy
Real trap house, feel in love with the kitchen
turn up with these bitches
I get the Glock and turn into switches
Rick Owens, I spill a few racks on the stitchin’
I’ma go VVS diamonds, Turnin’ a bitch up a notch
Pink AP with on her wrist with a crocodile pink Birk’ bag (Okay)
Everyday Chanel shoe, the Bentayga with the shit on the tag
drive the bitch like a NBA Gang, we spin like the carnival, load up the stick and we crashin’
I got on to Christian Dior in the trap house dabbin’ with fashion (Damn)
NBA pendant, it hit so hard, make the bitch go blind, need glasses (Baow, bling-blaow)
I can’t even lie, that lil’ pussy hit so hard, YB smashin’
I can’t even lie, this beat so Goddamn hard, I thought it was made my Catcher
Slime, I know how to get these hoes paid (Longway, bitch)
Pull up in the foreign like I got road rage (Bitch)
Shawty dumb fine, yeah, her ass cocaine (Cociane)
I’ma make that bitch go get a nose ring (Nose ring, yeah)
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