You know I'm
Just tired of these motherfuckers now
And I tried to
(Just say where you going)
You know I'm
Just tired of these motherfuckers now
And I tried
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
I can not wait till we link up
Yeah, yeah
Look at my Bitch from California
Drop the top we gon pull up
I've been feeling on a private jet
New Birkin on this bitch, we move on
Put my Christian on top of Prada
Baby, I sauce it too much
I might chop the love for you
Lil b I need some more to shoot up
Put it in my bag some more ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh
Put it in my bag some more ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh
Yeah shawty get nasty
You cannot pass me
Ice on my body
Futuro é Bentley
Hunnid I'm stacking
Like curry I'm Balling
Trapping like the 80's
Mom sorry I'm Vaping
Shawty keeps talking in body language
Fangs so wet, just blew my load so crazy
Take off the top n now she call me sweetie
I'm just 20 nd' my life it's brazy
Look at my Bitch from California
Drop the top we gon pull up
I've been feeling on a private jet
New Birkin on this b, we move on
Put my Christian on top of Prada
Baby, I sauce it too much
I might chop the love for you
Lil b I need some more to shoot up
Put it in my bag some more ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh
Put it in my bag some more ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh
Alexander in a days
All my phones got a chance
All my fucks in my vein
All my bitch gotta trade
I can never waste
Smoke, drink issa same thing
Alligator for my waist
Damn bitch what's your name
Look at my pants, my pants
That b gon' flex on me for real
A couple of bottles in my stomach
Hit that lotta coochies it's for real
I ain't got no trick, I ain't got no breaks
Focus on my drip
You want fuck with my pistol
Get my pistol sounds like that
Look at my Bitch from California
Drop the top we gon pull up
I've been feeling on a private jet
New Birkin on this bitch, we move on
Put my Christian on top of Prada
Baby, I sauce it too much
I might chop the love for you
Lil bitch I need some more to shoot up
Put it in my bag some more ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh
Put it in my bag some more ooh
Baby, I stack my racks some more ooh