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{Chorus}
Shit, I blew a bag, went and got it back
Bitches on my lap, I got Glocks over that
Just walked outta Saks, bitch I'm sippin' on that act
I might collapse, yeah, I'm ridin' S Class, uh
{Verse}
I rock Number (N)ine, rollin' with a number 9
I get so high, rich bitch from Dubai
Fuck you dude, bye, sippin' dirty sprite
Pour it out the pint, w-we up tonight
I got 2 flights, one to Mumbai, had to imply
Yeah, I'm too lit, diamonds lookin' moonlit
Pour up I'ma boot (Boot), yeah my nigga cool it
Yeah, my nigga coolin', boolin', yeah we boolin'
I'm up in a Rari, eatin' calamari
Pretty bitch an ari
Rolls Royce it's starry, rose for my darling
Finna catch a body, no I don't say sorry
Gotta tap out, don't got doubt
Smoke that pack it's loud, I don't need a handout
One tap, knockout, trap hot, air it out
We got chops bring it out
Bitch keep on rubbin', need Robitussin
Fee, I'ma dub it, stop with all that dick suckin'
Racks, yeah, I love it, on the highway cuttin'
On a Friday clubbin', up that Glock and he struttin
(Struttin', struttin', ooh, ooh)
{Chorus}
Shit, I blew a bag, went and got it back
Bitches on my lap, I got Glocks over that
Just walked outta Saks, bitch I'm sippin' on that act
I might collapse, yeah, I'm ridin' S Class, uh
{Chorus}
Shit, I blew a bag, went and got it back
Bitches on my lap, I got Glocks over that
Just walked outta Saks, bitch I'm sippin' on that act
I might collapse, yeah, I'm ridin' S Class, uh
{Verse}
I rock Number (N)ine, rollin' with a number 9
I get so high, rich bitch from Dubai
Fuck you dude, bye, sippin' dirty sprite
Pour it out the pint, w-we up tonight
I got 2 flights, one to Mumbai, had to imply
Yeah, I'm too lit, diamonds lookin' moonlit
Pour up I'ma boot (Boot), yeah my nigga cool it
Yeah, my nigga coolin', boolin', yeah we boolin'
I'm up in a Rari, eatin' calamari
Pretty bitch an ari
Rolls Royce it's starry, rose for my darling
Finna catch a body, no I don't say sorry
Gotta tap out, don't got doubt
Smoke that pack it's loud, I don't need a handout
One tap, knockout, trap hot, air it out
We got chops bring it out
Bitch keep on rubbin', need Robitussin
Fee, I'ma dub it, stop with all that dick suckin'
Racks, yeah, I love it, on the highway cuttin'
On a Friday clubbin', up that Glock and he struttin
(Struttin', struttin', ooh, ooh)
{Chorus}
Shit, I blew a bag, went and got it back
Bitches on my lap, I got Glocks over that
Just walked outta Saks, bitch I'm sippin' on that act
I might collapse, yeah, I'm ridin' S Class, uh