Take his chains shawty, leave your mans for me (Can I trust you?)
Grab this cam shawty, OnlyFans for me, uh
By a show of hands, who want a fatal? Throw them hands
Told me “Show a Benz,” just play your card, don’t show your hands (Uh)
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring, you show it, bands
I just sent the telegram
Grandma, you bore the man
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring, you show it, bands
Bracelet, Rollie, both of them dance
A half a mill’ on both them hands
I’m a trap nigga, better watch your hoe
Ain’t no bap nigga kickin’ in your door (Nigga)
Chrome Hearty, I just bought the whole store store
I blew her head up, now they call her the G.O.A.T
Turned the swag up, her last nigga was a broke
Bought all them bags for her, can’t fit them in her closet
She can change the fit up least ’bout three times a day
Ain’t use a condom, we fuck three times a day
This bitch so pretty, I wanna skeet it all on her face
I done took the Adderall, just to count up my cake
I’m goin’ Bugatti shoppin’, fuckin’ up this paper
First time I smashed it, I was highly sedated
It get past three AM, I’m way out of my mind
Cost three-eighty and it barely got any diamonds
Skeleton, faded, spent a rack on it
My lawyer gon’ beat the case, it’s what these racks for
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring, you show it, bands
I just sent the telegram
Grandma, you bore the man
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring, you show it, bands
Bracelet, Rollie, both of them dance
A half a mill’ on-
First one, call up Pluto, Metro, should’ve put me on the first one
Niggas swear they bitch the baddest, I just bagged the worst one
Niggas in they feelings over women, what, you hurt or somethin’?
I smash before you birthed son, Flacko hit it first son
Still don’ trust you, it’s always us, never them
Heard you dropped your latest shit
Funny how it just came and went (Ha-ha-ha)
Money long, but you know I keep it trim (Trim)
Her waist small, but she ain’t slim
They call me Flacko Jodye, but I’m him
Flash your chains, bitch
Upgraded the lame bitch
Stay up in your lane, bitch
My wrist a plain Jane, bitch
She fuck me ’cause I’m famous
But they don’t speak my language
But bet she know my name, bitch
A stainless, ’cause I don’t trust a thing, bitch (Will you trust me?)
Fuck on her tongue, but really I just hit a lick (Lick, lick)
No more Balenci, I’m gettin’ really tired of Rick (Tired of that shit)
Cough up a lung, that new biscotti hit (Boominati)
First of the month, I’m livin’ in your head rent free
Boominati, nigga
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring, you show it, bands
I just sent the telegram
Grandma, you bore the man
Necklace gave me shoulder cramps
Pinky ring, you show it, bands
Bracelet, Rollie, both of them dance
A half a mill’ on both them hands
I’m a trap nigga, better watch your hoe
Ain’t no bap nigga kickin’ in your door
Chrome Hearty, I just bought the whole store store
I blew her head up, now they call her the goat
Turned the swag up, her last nigga was a broke
Bought all them bags for her, can’t fill them in her closet
She can change the fit up least ’bout three times a day
Fuck keepin’ this shit hip hop
I wanna see a fuck nigga bleed out
I knew we couldn’t trust them
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