Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Shet
Yeah, (Blrrr) oh
(Blrrr)
Yeah, (Blrrr Blrrr) oh
CHORUS
I got to much of this music I'm ready to share, and I know they can't wait
I got Balenciaga to step with that Prada, then Vivienne all on my waist
Then it's Balaclava for the mask, so if I do some shit, you cannot see my face
I take her to the store for some Christian Dior, and now my lil bitch is a saint
Uh, Uh
Why they stealing my flow, why they stealing my flow
Uh
Yeah my diamonds they wet, yeah my diamonds they snow
Uh
Why you talk to that bitch, why you talk to that hoe
Uhhh
Yeah I got me some racks, but I want me some more
I want me some more Rackie bags
I had to go get off my ass and get cash Why you mad nigga go get a bag
Me and MDG go back to back
Ricky, Balenci they all on my feet
I just be kicking shit, not wearing cleats That nigga he dissed on that gang, he got beat
Bloody stepping, I got red bottom feet
These niggas they wanna be 4
Cause they see that I'm going up I'm gonna blow
Been thumbing through hundreds I'm having the chos'
All these bitches man they pulling up on the gang know they sucking up the soul My momma told me I'm the one, but I knew that because god told me that I'm chose
Been swerving that coupe man I hopped in a Rolls
All these diamonds on me got me so froze
Pop a XCY everyday I might go
Bitch I'm high up in the sky watch me float
My bitch all white man she look just like the pope
I got to much of this music I'm ready to share, and I know they can't wait (i know they can't wait)
I got Balenciaga to step with that Prada, then Vivienne all on my waist (yeah, my waist, my waist)
Then it's Balaclava for the mask, so if I do some shit, you cannot see my face
I take her to the store for some Christian Dior, and now my lil bitch is a saint ( she a saint, yeah)
Uh, Uh
Why they stealing my flow, why they stealing my flow (why they stealing)
Uh
Yeah my diamonds they wet, yeah my diamonds they snow (they snow)
Uh
Why you talk to that bitch, why you talk to that hoe
Yeah I got me some racks, but I want me some more
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Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Shet
Yeah, (Blrrr) oh
(Blrrr)
Yeah, (Blrrr Blrrr) oh
CHORUS
I got to much of this music I'm ready to share, and I know they can't wait
I got Balenciaga to step with that Prada, then Vivienne all on my waist
Then it's Balaclava for the mask, so if I do some shit, you cannot see my face
I take her to the store for some Christian Dior, and now my lil bitch is a saint
Uh, Uh
Why they stealing my flow, why they stealing my flow
Uh
Yeah my diamonds they wet, yeah my diamonds they snow
Uh
Why you talk to that bitch, why you talk to that hoe
Uhhh
Yeah I got me some racks, but I want me some more
I want me some more Rackie bags
I had to go get off my ass and get cash Why you mad nigga go get a bag
Me and MDG go back to back
Ricky, Balenci they all on my feet
I just be kicking shit, not wearing cleats That nigga he dissed on that gang, he got beat
Bloody stepping, I got red bottom feet
These niggas they wanna be 4
Cause they see that I'm going up I'm gonna blow
Been thumbing through hundreds I'm having the chos'
All these bitches man they pulling up on the gang know they sucking up the soul My momma told me I'm the one, but I knew that because god told me that I'm chose
Been swerving that coupe man I hopped in a Rolls
All these diamonds on me got me so froze
Pop a XCY everyday I might go
Bitch I'm high up in the sky watch me float
My bitch all white man she look just like the pope
I got to much of this music I'm ready to share, and I know they can't wait (i know they can't wait)
I got Balenciaga to step with that Prada, then Vivienne all on my waist (yeah, my waist, my waist)
Then it's Balaclava for the mask, so if I do some shit, you cannot see my face
I take her to the store for some Christian Dior, and now my lil bitch is a saint ( she a saint, yeah)
Uh, Uh
Why they stealing my flow, why they stealing my flow (why they stealing)
Uh
Yeah my diamonds they wet, yeah my diamonds they snow (they snow)
Uh
Why you talk to that bitch, why you talk to that hoe
Yeah I got me some racks, but I want me some more
Yeah, oh
Shet
Yeah, (Blrrr) oh
(Blrrr)
Yeah, (Blrrr Blrrr) oh
CHORUS
I got to much of this music I'm ready to share, and I know they can't wait
I got Balenciaga to step with that Prada, then Vivienne all on my waist
Then it's Balaclava for the mask, so if I do some shit, you cannot see my face
I take her to the store for some Christian Dior, and now my lil bitch is a saint
Uh, Uh
Why they stealing my flow, why they stealing my flow
Uh
Yeah my diamonds they wet, yeah my diamonds they snow
Uh
Why you talk to that bitch, why you talk to that hoe
Uhhh
Yeah I got me some racks, but I want me some more
I want me some more Rackie bags
I had to go get off my ass and get cash Why you mad nigga go get a bag
Me and MDG go back to back
Ricky, Balenci they all on my feet
I just be kicking shit, not wearing cleats That nigga he dissed on that gang, he got beat
Bloody stepping, I got red bottom feet
These niggas they wanna be 4
Cause they see that I'm going up I'm gonna blow
Been thumbing through hundreds I'm having the chos'
All these bitches man they pulling up on the gang know they sucking up the soul My momma told me I'm the one, but I knew that because god told me that I'm chose
Been swerving that coupe man I hopped in a Rolls
All these diamonds on me got me so froze
Pop a XCY everyday I might go
Bitch I'm high up in the sky watch me float
My bitch all white man she look just like the pope
I got to much of this music I'm ready to share, and I know they can't wait (i know they can't wait)
I got Balenciaga to step with that Prada, then Vivienne all on my waist (yeah, my waist, my waist)
Then it's Balaclava for the mask, so if I do some shit, you cannot see my face
I take her to the store for some Christian Dior, and now my lil bitch is a saint ( she a saint, yeah)
Uh, Uh
Why they stealing my flow, why they stealing my flow (why they stealing)
Uh
Yeah my diamonds they wet, yeah my diamonds they snow (they snow)
Uh
Why you talk to that bitch, why you talk to that hoe
Yeah I got me some racks, but I want me some more
Writer: Micah Sherow
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