Lyrics: sant sant
Music: sant sant
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black
Yuh, Rick O' on my ass
Chyeah, that boy talkin' smack
Yuh, put that boy on blast (Phew)
Yeah, G63, go fast
Chyeah, keep that 50-mag
Hol' up, my wrist stays sad, yeah
The boy been poppin' too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh, my parents think I'm bad
Huh, I'm tryna see some blood, I'm tryna see some stitches
Yuh, and he ain't got no gun, huh, and he ain't doing shit
Yeah, Chrome Hearts on my watch, diamonds on my Jesus piece
Yeah, say it to your face
Yeah, I don't gotta sneak it
Yeah, blunts to the base
Yeah, know I'm smokin' reef
Hol' up, Balenciaga troop boots, I ain't wearing sneakers
Yeah, shawty gon' top me off, then I go and leave her
Hol' up, I sip Adderall, I'm like Justin Bieber
Yeah, already ****ed that bih', you can go and keep her
Yeah, racks stuffed in my pants
Yeah, I don't need no Visa
Yeah, shawty, my name Ohsxnt'
Huh, better than The Beatle
Huh, know you can't trust me shorty, I'm a ****in' cheater
Yeah, my boy countin' bodies
Chyeah, that boy so mischevious
Boy, I'm off that Molly, I can't evenβ, huh-huh
Yeah, I'm in that coupe all-black
Yuh, Rick O' on my ass
Chyeah, that boy talkin' smack
Yuh, put that boy on blast
Yeah, G63, go fast
Chyeah, keep that 50-mag
Hol' up, my wrist stays sad, yeah
The boy been poppin' too much tags
I'm too rich to be sad, huh, my parents think I'm bad
Huh, I'm tryna see some blood, I'm tryna see some stitches
Yuh, and he ain't got no gun
Huh, and he ain't doing shit (Bih')