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If I never make it (make it)
I’mma tell my grandma that I’m still chasing paper (chase it)
Balenci Ravers (Ravers)
For the fashion week I keep em’ on till the morning (dawn)
Versace slippers (slippers)
I got Gucci and Prada with Cartier lenses
Fuck all my exes, they don’t really love me but I keep em’ regardless (yeah)
Wait till I’m up I won’t stop the recoding
The audio format will never be flopping
Just like Kodak Black all my niggas stay flockin’
The opps in my city they steady keep talking (they talking)
Eyo twin, mmh mhh
Go back in
Percocets in the back of the car
The gun on my hip this is not a guitar
Just look at my closet Yves Saint Laurent
You fuckin’ with me I’mma call you mama
You fuckin’ with me I’mma call you mama
Cashed out on some Fendi we just left the mall
She trippin’ I just make her suck on my balls
I keep all the hunnids inside of my draws
Jeep Trackhawk, big body swerving again
Got 32 rounds in the extended mag
Ain’t not Family Guy but my shawty name Meg
We cracking his skull like a motherfuckin’ egg
(We cracking his skull like a motherfuckin’ egg)
Huhh, Huhh, Huhh
It’s a one V one, who finna slide?
I got some shooters right up on my side
If he try best believe he gon’ die (huhh)
I just bought myself a brand new TEC
All of my haters I told em’ voetsek
All of these hoes got me sick to the neck
But it’s fuck that one, and off to the next
They fuck with laflamo, they know he up next
They fuck with yungkutta, they give him the racks
I bought my bitch some brand new Jimmy Choo
I sneeze on the beat, lil nigga achoo
Yungkutta got all the moves
I’m finna blow up the roof
Honestly I don’t think rapping for you
I don’t think that you ever had a clue
You look like a fool, go back to school
All the shit that you doing isn’t cool
Bitch I’m so man of the year
We throwing a party in here
Bitch I’m so man of the year
Fuck we throwing a party in here
I’mma tell my grandma that I’m still chasing paper (chase it)
Balenci Ravers (Ravers)
For the fashion week I keep em’ on till the morning (dawn)
Versace slippers (slippers)
I got Gucci and Prada with Cartier lenses
Fuck all my exes, they don’t really love me but I keep em’ regardless (yeah)
Wait till I’m up I won’t stop the recoding
The audio format will never be flopping
Just like Kodak Black all my niggas stay flockin’
The opps in my city they steady keep talking (they talking)
Eyo twin, mmh mhh
Go back in
Percocets in the back of the car
The gun on my hip this is not a guitar
Just look at my closet Yves Saint Laurent
You fuckin’ with me I’mma call you mama
You fuckin’ with me I’mma call you mama
Cashed out on some Fendi we just left the mall
She trippin’ I just make her suck on my balls
I keep all the hunnids inside of my draws
Jeep Trackhawk, big body swerving again
Got 32 rounds in the extended mag
Ain’t not Family Guy but my shawty name Meg
We cracking his skull like a motherfuckin’ egg
(We cracking his skull like a motherfuckin’ egg)
Huhh, Huhh, Huhh
It’s a one V one, who finna slide?
I got some shooters right up on my side
If he try best believe he gon’ die (huhh)
I just bought myself a brand new TEC
All of my haters I told em’ voetsek
All of these hoes got me sick to the neck
But it’s fuck that one, and off to the next
They fuck with laflamo, they know he up next
They fuck with yungkutta, they give him the racks
I bought my bitch some brand new Jimmy Choo
I sneeze on the beat, lil nigga achoo
Yungkutta got all the moves
I’m finna blow up the roof
Honestly I don’t think rapping for you
I don’t think that you ever had a clue
You look like a fool, go back to school
All the shit that you doing isn’t cool
Bitch I’m so man of the year
We throwing a party in here
Bitch I’m so man of the year
Fuck we throwing a party in here
