Don't need no stylist, (okay) Gucci fabrics, (okay)
On my bad bitch, (okay) she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, (yeah) (oh-oh)
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah
She hop in the Wraith and we can fuck under the stars
Put about ninety on my neck, it shine like lights, you can't ignore it
You know them charges never stick, I beat them cases just like Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and upped the turbo boost, I know you hear the noise
Thesе diamonds green, man
She fuck with a nigga like me 'causе I ain't no average Joe
I ride with demons
Fuck with a nigga like me then you won't breathe no more
Switch hoes like seasons
So many broken hearts, I don't even wanna love no more
Like what's the meaning?
How you gonna have the strength to forgive but you ain't gon' let it go?
I bought her Dior for all the times that she felt pain, crying faster
To show her I need her, I bought her Alexander McQueen, it shows my passion
Every time I see her, I try to get all of me that I can, forget what happened
It hurt like Hell, she even in love with another man, I'm filled with sadness
I bought Gucci sneaks to see all of the snakes that cover my grass
Cartier lenses to see her face, there ain't no way that these is glass
It ain't no stopping for the Jakes, they know the cars is driving fast
Another high speed chase, but we gon' act like nothing happened, yeah
(Another high speed chase, but we gon' act like nothing happened)
(It ain't no stopping for the Jakes, they know the cars is driving fast)
Don't need no stylist, (okay) Gucci fabrics, (okay)
On my bad bitch, (okay) she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah (oh-oh)
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah
She hop in the Wraith and we can fuck under the stars
Put about ninety on my neck, it shine like lights, you can't ignore it
You know them charges never stick, I beat them cases just like Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and upped the turbo boost, I know you hear the noise
Ain't it amazing how I can stuff a hundred racks inside these purple jeans?
Ain't it amazing how I turned my Nike sneaks into Gucci shoes?
Ain't it amazing how I made it out of that warzone where I used to be?
But ain't it crazy how I left the war, but I'm still at war with my enemies?
Vlone shirt, purple jeans, I can't forget my Gucci kicks
I almost forgot my Gucci belt, it help me hold my blick
I can dress myself, I'm sorry, I don't know what a stylist is
And I'm sorry if I'm showing my ass, but I remember when I ain't have shit
Yeah, now I'm making hits, and I'm sorry, I can't miss, no
Curry in my blick, I shoot from deep like it's a free throw
Warriors, we the type to pull up, make them get low
Amateurs, they the type to pull up, shoot out windows
If I die tonight, I'll be fresh to death
You see these snakes hold my ankles, why you hear a slither when I step?
These ain't just shades, I see the real and fake, so it's venom under my belt
And I know I got my fucked up ways, but I never said I was proud of myself
Don't need no stylist, (okay) Gucci fabrics, (okay)
On my bad bitch, (okay) she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah (oh-oh)
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah
She hop in the Wraith and we can fuck under the stars
Put about ninety on my neck, it shine like lights, you can't ignore it
You know them charges never stick, I beat them cases just like Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and upped the turbo boost, I know you hear the noise