BrentRambo
You remember—, ooh, ayy
Straight like that, ha
You remember me, or is it déjà vu?
I got it when I spoke it to existence in the stu'
AMG art, pick the light, whatever mood
Whatever I please, and said please in the moon
Love a bitch entitled, she deserve this Dior
I'm bug-eyed, benzos, she thought Ghazi was Lyor
That quarantine stream so I'm guessin' I miss tour
At first, it's out of love, but that money made 'em whore
I got Mona Lisa on the—, uh, haha, ayy, ayy
Mona Lisa on the way
And a diva I don't pay
She call me a drama queen, like Beyonce on the stage
I'm too high, pick up the phone, she like Travis, wanna rage
Got finesse all in my bones but that codeine made 'em lazy
Is it true?
Is Lucki thinkin' bout me in the stu'?
Think my big brother a meme 'til you see how good he shoot
Is it true?
I V12 the engine in her too
No more fuckin' off these 30's
I ain't got all day for you
Is it true?
Ayy, ooh, ayy, ayy, ayy
You remember me or is it déjà vu?
Got it when I spoke it to existence in the stu'
AMG art, pick the light, whatever mood
Whatever I please and said please in the moon
You remember me or is it déjà vu?
Ooh, ayy, do you?
Ayy, you remember me or is it déjà vu?
Got it when I spoke it to existence in the stu', ayy
You remember, ooh
Of course you do, ha