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Yeah, uh, woah, yeah, woah
Got a lot of horses in my engine
I see your text, but right now I'm busy
Rockin' all black, my outfit exquisite

You really are fake, I just got a feelin
Not on Instagram, I'm too busy livin
Get out my way and get out your feelings
Why the fuck is you depressin' me

Cookin' this shit like a recipe
I smoke a lot so you not stressin' me
I could give you the word but you ain't gonna listen
Yeah, it's hot in this kitchen

Chains all over my body, got rips in my pants
Yeah, rockstar business
Woah, fuck, yeah, yeah
Woah, she like, oh my god

Smokin' a spliff, high as shit
I'm right next to God
She want me to buy her Balenci, but that's not my job
Get the fuck up out my bubble, I'm tryna keep it calm

Woah, woah, yeah, woah
She like, oh my god
Smokin' a spliff, high as shit
I'm right next to God

She want me to buy her Balenci, but that's not my job
Get the fuck up out my bubble, I'm tryna keep it calm
I don't give a fuck what you say
I don't give a fuck what you say

In a sports car, yeah, let's race
With a Japanese bitch eatin' steak
I'm on my grind, I skate
Everywhere I go, I'm pullin' up late

She wanted to fuck, give a time and place
I'm flyin' to NYC, makin' plays
Pussy boy, this ain't a phase
You try to flex like me, but you can't

I'm rockin' Balenci in the rain
I'm in your city, I just touched down
I'm gettin' them bills like NFL
Learned how to dress when I was 12

But I don't fuck with 12
Are you real or fake? I really can't tell
Are you real or fake
Are you real or fake

Are you real or fake