She ran up her bodies, since I been out college
Been selling narcotics, but don't know her knowledge
I'm bout to get rich, and go cop me a island
My bitch look like Kylie, I f*ck, not excited
I might cop the whip, with the Forgies, I ride it
Just like yo bitch ride me, guess yo bitch is a pilot
I be dripping no stylist, cause dripping is talent
They tried riding my wave, but they slipped, now they drowning
Long Live Mexico
To let you know, I'm fresh and though
I'm extra, terrestrial
My bitch is red, my neck is gold
I wake up set on flexing mode
Chanel's is fresh, collection old
Yo bitch a nat, get pest control
To let you know, I'd never fold
I run to the bank, I run it up
I run to the bank, run it up
You niggas stuck in the fame
But them niggas stuck with the lames, my hunnits up
I am not 12, ain't no case, I don't wanna cuff
Yeah, yeah
And her titties double stuffed
Shorty gone lick me, ain't taking bout Oreos
Leave white like it's milk, I ain't talking bout double dunk
Most of these niggas is ass
Meanwhile I sit in a Aston, Martin
I feel like I'm Ross, Rick on me, you never gone have this
New drip like I broke that faucet, new niggas still tryna steal my last shit, yeah
Meek Mill I'm a boss, chain cool on frost
Had Olaf on my last wrist, yeah
Frozen you can't compete, yeah
I'm getting cake can't take a piece, yeah
I hope the lord can stay with me, yeah
What you record is make believe, yeah
Wake up like I'm a do arms and legs inside the same day, flex bitch
Young nigga run it like Nike, inside of of the same day, get checks bitch
She ran up her bodies, since I been out college
Been selling narcotics, but don't know her knowledge
I'm bout to get rich, and go cop me a island
My bitch look like Kylie, I f*ck, not excited
I might cop the whip, with the Forgies, I ride it
Just like yo bitch ride me, guess yo bitch is a pilot
I be dripping no stylist, cause dripping is talent
They tried riding my wave, but they slipped, now they drowning
Long Live Mexico
To let you know, I'm fresh and though
I'm extra, terrestrial
My bitch is red, my neck is gold
I wake up set on flexing mode
Chanel's is fresh, collection old
Yo bitch a nat, get pest control
To let you know, I'd never fold
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She ran up her bodies, since I been out college
Been selling narcotics, but don't know her knowledge
I'm bout to get rich, and go cop me a island
My bitch look like Kylie, I f*ck, not excited
I might cop the whip, with the Forgies, I ride it
Just like yo bitch ride me, guess yo bitch is a pilot
I be dripping no stylist, cause dripping is talent
They tried riding my wave, but they slipped, now they drowning
Long Live Mexico
To let you know, I'm fresh and though
I'm extra, terrestrial
My bitch is red, my neck is gold
I wake up set on flexing mode
Chanel's is fresh, collection old
Yo bitch a nat, get pest control
To let you know, I'd never fold
I run to the bank, I run it up
I run to the bank, run it up
You niggas stuck in the fame
But them niggas stuck with the lames, my hunnits up
I am not 12, ain't no case, I don't wanna cuff
Yeah, yeah
And her titties double stuffed
Shorty gone lick me, ain't taking bout Oreos
Leave white like it's milk, I ain't talking bout double dunk
Most of these niggas is ass
Meanwhile I sit in a Aston, Martin
I feel like I'm Ross, Rick on me, you never gone have this
New drip like I broke that faucet, new niggas still tryna steal my last shit, yeah
Meek Mill I'm a boss, chain cool on frost
Had Olaf on my last wrist, yeah
Frozen you can't compete, yeah
I'm getting cake can't take a piece, yeah
I hope the lord can stay with me, yeah
What you record is make believe, yeah
Wake up like I'm a do arms and legs inside the same day, flex bitch
Young nigga run it like Nike, inside of of the same day, get checks bitch
She ran up her bodies, since I been out college
Been selling narcotics, but don't know her knowledge
I'm bout to get rich, and go cop me a island
My bitch look like Kylie, I f*ck, not excited
I might cop the whip, with the Forgies, I ride it
Just like yo bitch ride me, guess yo bitch is a pilot
I be dripping no stylist, cause dripping is talent
They tried riding my wave, but they slipped, now they drowning
Long Live Mexico
To let you know, I'm fresh and though
I'm extra, terrestrial
My bitch is red, my neck is gold
I wake up set on flexing mode
Chanel's is fresh, collection old
Yo bitch a nat, get pest control
To let you know, I'd never fold
Been selling narcotics, but don't know her knowledge
I'm bout to get rich, and go cop me a island
My bitch look like Kylie, I f*ck, not excited
I might cop the whip, with the Forgies, I ride it
Just like yo bitch ride me, guess yo bitch is a pilot
I be dripping no stylist, cause dripping is talent
They tried riding my wave, but they slipped, now they drowning
Long Live Mexico
To let you know, I'm fresh and though
I'm extra, terrestrial
My bitch is red, my neck is gold
I wake up set on flexing mode
Chanel's is fresh, collection old
Yo bitch a nat, get pest control
To let you know, I'd never fold
I run to the bank, I run it up
I run to the bank, run it up
You niggas stuck in the fame
But them niggas stuck with the lames, my hunnits up
I am not 12, ain't no case, I don't wanna cuff
Yeah, yeah
And her titties double stuffed
Shorty gone lick me, ain't taking bout Oreos
Leave white like it's milk, I ain't talking bout double dunk
Most of these niggas is ass
Meanwhile I sit in a Aston, Martin
I feel like I'm Ross, Rick on me, you never gone have this
New drip like I broke that faucet, new niggas still tryna steal my last shit, yeah
Meek Mill I'm a boss, chain cool on frost
Had Olaf on my last wrist, yeah
Frozen you can't compete, yeah
I'm getting cake can't take a piece, yeah
I hope the lord can stay with me, yeah
What you record is make believe, yeah
Wake up like I'm a do arms and legs inside the same day, flex bitch
Young nigga run it like Nike, inside of of the same day, get checks bitch
She ran up her bodies, since I been out college
Been selling narcotics, but don't know her knowledge
I'm bout to get rich, and go cop me a island
My bitch look like Kylie, I f*ck, not excited
I might cop the whip, with the Forgies, I ride it
Just like yo bitch ride me, guess yo bitch is a pilot
I be dripping no stylist, cause dripping is talent
They tried riding my wave, but they slipped, now they drowning
Long Live Mexico
To let you know, I'm fresh and though
I'm extra, terrestrial
My bitch is red, my neck is gold
I wake up set on flexing mode
Chanel's is fresh, collection old
Yo bitch a nat, get pest control
To let you know, I'd never fold
Writer: Isaiah Edwards
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