[Intro]
Ah
Please stop doing that extra shit
I got possessed by this money and that shit was an exorcist
You asking questions too much, I just answer shit
Turn that shit up, 2
Bitch gon' boot up, told her shake that
[Chorus]
Why? When? Who? Where?
Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care
You can see these ZS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare
Bae, I just pulled up in that one and one, Richard Millie and MacLaren (Let's go)
All of my clothes they be coming from Italy
Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything
Sipping the Wock, I'm not drinking no Hennessy
400 to cop thе shoes right out the embassy
[?] must'vе paid double the ecstasy
Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty
Making money everyday, that's my specialty
"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially
[Verse]
The percs got me [?], fucking so heavenly
You a lame, I don't fuck with your energy
Dead president's in my pockets like Kennedy
I'ma die soon, but they gon' remember me
You already got your time, you'll fall off eventually
I'm off the gram, that shit fuck with me mentally
I don't got time for that, I'm in reality
You already know where I'm at, where the cabbage
Yeah, I just left the Earth
Hanging so high everyday I don't even know for sure
For certain, while I'm swerving and dodging the coppers
In the brand new matte black, this the chopper
No, this not no fucking vet, this a Bopster
You a lame, ain't on the roster
I gotta do this shit fast
I'm off- I'm off a addy and perc I might crash (Crash out)
You see in the whip, boy, we pushing 200, the digital dash (Swerve)
Yeah (Let's go), I got some Vetements sitting on my bag (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm with my twizzy, my twizzy, my twizzy, my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
You don't even gotta say nothing we already know that you really not living like that
You 'bout to fall off, you better go get you a job, you better be thinking 'bout that ('Bout that)
Yeah, my twizzy pulled up in that Mas and I just pulled up in that cat
Hit E.D.D with my twin, that's 'bout twenty racks, you know that we splitting the pack
If I do not know you, don't give me no money, 'cause I swear to God you ain't getting it back (Let's go)
I was broke once, I will never go back
[Chorus]
Why? When? Who? Where?
Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care
You can see these ZS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare
Bae, I just pulled up in that one and one, Richard Millie and MacLaren (Let's go)
All of my clothes they be coming from Italy
Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything
Sipping the wock, I'm not drinking no hennesy
400 to cop the shoes right out the embassy
[?] must've paid double the ecstasy
Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty
Making money everyday, that's my specialty
"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially
Ah
Please stop doing that extra shit
I got possessed by this money and that shit was an exorcist
You asking questions too much, I just answer shit
Turn that shit up, 2
Bitch gon' boot up, told her shake that
[Chorus]
Why? When? Who? Where?
Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care
You can see these ZS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare
Bae, I just pulled up in that one and one, Richard Millie and MacLaren (Let's go)
All of my clothes they be coming from Italy
Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything
Sipping the Wock, I'm not drinking no Hennessy
400 to cop thе shoes right out the embassy
[?] must'vе paid double the ecstasy
Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty
Making money everyday, that's my specialty
"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially
[Verse]
The percs got me [?], fucking so heavenly
You a lame, I don't fuck with your energy
Dead president's in my pockets like Kennedy
I'ma die soon, but they gon' remember me
You already got your time, you'll fall off eventually
I'm off the gram, that shit fuck with me mentally
I don't got time for that, I'm in reality
You already know where I'm at, where the cabbage
Yeah, I just left the Earth
Hanging so high everyday I don't even know for sure
For certain, while I'm swerving and dodging the coppers
In the brand new matte black, this the chopper
No, this not no fucking vet, this a Bopster
You a lame, ain't on the roster
I gotta do this shit fast
I'm off- I'm off a addy and perc I might crash (Crash out)
You see in the whip, boy, we pushing 200, the digital dash (Swerve)
Yeah (Let's go), I got some Vetements sitting on my bag (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm with my twizzy, my twizzy, my twizzy, my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
You don't even gotta say nothing we already know that you really not living like that
You 'bout to fall off, you better go get you a job, you better be thinking 'bout that ('Bout that)
Yeah, my twizzy pulled up in that Mas and I just pulled up in that cat
Hit E.D.D with my twin, that's 'bout twenty racks, you know that we splitting the pack
If I do not know you, don't give me no money, 'cause I swear to God you ain't getting it back (Let's go)
I was broke once, I will never go back
[Chorus]
Why? When? Who? Where?
Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care
You can see these ZS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare
Bae, I just pulled up in that one and one, Richard Millie and MacLaren (Let's go)
All of my clothes they be coming from Italy
Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything
Sipping the wock, I'm not drinking no hennesy
400 to cop the shoes right out the embassy
[?] must've paid double the ecstasy
Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty
Making money everyday, that's my specialty
"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially
( Yeat )
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