Yuhhhhh
I feel like the sky the limit, I brought the gang they with it
We goin up let's get it, I don’t fake shit for no image
Btch blowing my phone like she call the police
I take a trip, I go to Belize
Air Force Ones don't like em creased
I'm causing havoc still wanna find peace
Feel like a pit I go off the leash, smoking that Zaza we smoking that peach
Your hoe gonna fuck, She think I preach, these boys be broke I sit and teach
I feel like jump man gym, I don’t rock no timbs
(Yuh)
She reach for clout she go on a limb, walk out the bank I walk with a limp
(Cash)
Stars in the whip got the shit tinted, praying to god tell mama I did it
Snap on the back don't fuck no fitted
Fuckin w models, she don't like the kitchen, get to the money it's itching
Whoah, I know that money itching
(Whoahhh)
Yea that money itching
Yea that money itching
(yea)
Yea that money itching
Yea that money itching, Yea that money itching
I'm with gang outside, don't you cross the line
We got twos and nines, I can't choose no side
I run it I get it, I get it back in, got me a thottie she wanna Birkin
All of these nias they under me, got on these diamonds they ornaments
Btch I'm no space cadet, they gonna call me the captain
I made them run away, nobody in the way
(yea)
I can’t see em yea
I can’t see em yea
Nobody in the way, said I can't see em yea
Im rocking ice go blind, these hes they act like they mine
I started seeing Red, I told them this the end
(yea)
Let it go, I play the game like it’s domino, I'm off the purp like Geronimo, ask me a question like I don't know, got me a tennis need one of those
Feeling the itch
(uh-yeah!)
Look at my pockets on fking swole
(Whoah, Whoah)
( Ver$cotti )
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