What do you think? Oh, baby
Do you think we already know what's good?
What do you feel? Oh, tell me
Do you think that we're being too lazy?
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Yeah, smokin' in my tech gear
Slime 'em in my tech gear
Off the 'shrooms, I see clear
Sippin' lean, I'on sip no beer
I'on pop no more Percs, I'm clear
But I'm poppin' that Perc' for the one time
Fuckin' this ho but I only do one time
Fuck all the hate 'cause I know that it's my time
Fuck all the hate, yeah, I stay up on my grind
Get on the beat and I eat up like lunchtime
Yeah, I'm in New York, I'm with Lunchbox
I got a pole, this on me, I don't do boxing
Me and my plug, we the Batman and new Robin
Remember I was broke as fuck, I ain't do backseat
But I got a blank and I still chop 'em
I ain't wan' get into cheeks, but I still got 'em
Everything I rock unique, yeah, I'm still poppin'
Look at me poppin' my shit, bitch
Heh, and you ain't on shit, bitch
I just went in, bought a Rick fit
Look at me spreading my racks, bitch
I got the cheese, I got ham
I'm in this shit like a bad kid
I'on even need no adlibs
Walk in this ho with the cash, yo
You're draggin' the flow, she got ass, yo
I'on even puff, I just pass, yo
I'm signing up 'cause I'm they dad, yeah
Fuck the opps, I got a bag, yeah
♪
Honestly, who is the richer man?
Yes, I got on my AP, no Richard Mille
Yeah, my diamonds, they VVS, super clean
And my Rick Owens fit, don't rock Helmut Lang
When I walked in the store, I bought everything
When I walk in the store, I just buy out yo' bitch, yeah
I just brought out yo' bitch, uh
Front row to my show, yeah
And then she ate the dick, yeah
But she ain't get a tip, huh
But she did get the tip, huh
And I'm five star dining, yeah
But I ain't leave a tip
No, I'm not that choosy
And I don't care if you choose me
If I was a team, I would choose me
But I'm talkin' 'bout just me
'Cause I don't know nobody who do the shit I do
In this Tesla, I'm rollin' my eyes, dude
Goin' kamikaze right past you
Pay attention 'cause time finna pass you
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Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa
♪
Yeah, smokin' in my tech gear
Slime 'em in my tech gear
Off the 'shrooms, I see clear
Sippin' lean, I'on sip no beer
I'on pop no more Percs, I'm clear
But I'm poppin' that Perc' for the one time
Fuckin' this ho but I only do one time
Fuck all the hate 'cause I know that it's my time
Fuck all the hate, yeah, I stay up on my grind
Get on the beat and I eat up like lunchtime
Yeah, I'm in New York, I'm with Lunchbox
I got a pole, this on me, I don't do boxing
Me and my plug, we the Batman and new Robin
Remember I was broke as fuck, I ain't do backseat
But I got a blank and I still chop 'em
I ain't wan' get into cheeks, but I still got 'em
Everything I rock unique, yeah, I'm still poppin'
Look at me poppin' my shit, bitch
Heh, and you ain't on shit, bitch
I just went in, bought a Rick fit
Look at me spreading my racks, bitch
I got the cheese, I got ham
I'm in this shit like a bad kid
I'on even need no adlibs
Walk in this ho with the cash, yo
You're draggin' the flow, she got ass, yo
I'on even puff, I just pass, yo
I'm signing up 'cause I'm they dad, yeah
Fuck the opps, I got a bag, yeah