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Walk in Balmains tight den a bitch!

Yea.

Tight den a bitch, pole still on my hip!

Black limousine, let the black box spit.

Leave his ass Mortified, shot out the Ricks!

SpongeBob wallet my pocket,

Nigga say this shit was easy then why he aint top it!?

He needa shutup n lock it!

I had tah train up my Glock

Nigga I had tah box it!

Rockin a Vivienne chain NOT a lockit.

I got the stick in the box like Pocky!

Yeen een try it so how u gon knock it?

Posted wit kickdoe, niggas aint knockin!

Uh, bip in the whip no this shit not a stock one.

Say he a killer but u aint een pop nun.

Yuh, Walk in his face n then Fox em.

Yea, Aint drop the low so we doxxed em.

Yuh, He thought the hoe was gon top em.

Huh, he aint know bout the drank, we upcharged em.

I got the formula bitch, Willy Wonka!

Yea, she eat me up wit no bib, improper.

I been securing the bag like a locker.

I got the Vete on my ribs, sippin Monster.

I got a cough *coughs*

I got a cough, needa go to the doctor.

Aint got no soda, so its Hitech water.

I had racks at 16, nigga like Barter!

He got turned to a spirit, lil nigga no charter.

Im goin up so my price getting marked up.

Rap nigga failed he aint een get to start up.

Nigga remember where you getchur bars from!?

Nigga remember when I was on MARTA!?

Impersonating me, Nigga like Martha.

And im still rockin Rick like im out in Agartha.

Get tats on my arms like im wearing Ed Hardy.

She wanna fuck cause she say that im charming! XC

I mix the Hysteric Jeans wit the Marni! XD

Bitch dis a Alyx bracelet NOT a Carti.

Young nigga get the hood poppin like a car meet.

She stay on her phone that shit is alarming.

When twin call me Beno he aint talkin bout bro who be posted wit Carti.

Im out in Fulton, im sippin on Barny.

Niggas annoying, they stay tryna start shit.

Wearing white Margielas onna all black carpet.

Ca-Cant drive, I cant even park it.

Cant hang wit that nigga on mark shit.